My Face

My face Is like a diary,

Each wrinkle tells a story,

What I had, what I have,

Still here In all its glory.

All those times that I saw pain,

I had to lose to win,

All those things that I have lost,

It helped me to begin.

Things happen for a reason,

And I've made it through somehow,

But the greatest thing I've always had,

Was being here right now.

Reviews

[Ladyearthgems]

I feel like I want to add an 'is' into your third line...'what I had, is what I have'...

But, Very insightful, love this one too.

[Mockingbird]

i know what it's like to have virtually lost everything then have a second chance to start anew. your poem expresses gratitude and wisdom. great job.

[DEAN FARNELL]

many thanks for taking out time to read it Dean