The essence of a life is in the face
Each wrinkle etched with a memory
What was once young and beautiful becomes
Old and haggard with time
A life hard-lived, hard-won
Battles waged in vain
Losses by the score
Imbedded now in the sadness of the eyes
A dollop of paint, a muted color
The artist captures the decades
With the flick of a brush.
(Previously published in ArtsFusion, Dec 99-Jan 00, Issue 17)
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