The weathered face

It looked back at me from the mirror

Cragged lines


Broken veins 

And other blemishes 

The smooth skin of youth

Long departed

In its place

An image of experience 

An icon of engagement 

The struggle, danger, risk

And joy

Of being alive 

And staying engaged

Long enough to arrive here

In this corridor of memories

And the distilled wisdom

Of genuine failure and success

And of the relationship between them

To look now into eyes that have seen much

Travelled far

And yet still sparkle in anticipation

Of the life yet to live 

And days to come 

The scars and the sparkle 

Of a weathered face 

Worn with quiet confidence 

Softened with compassion.

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