Looking at that image, I see
Strains of my father, staring at me
Wrinkles and dimples
All over my face
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Maturing(or getting older if you prefer) is a beautiful procedure that blends wisdom, anxiety, memories and the need to be remembered. Beautifully expressed in this poem
As one gets older one gets matured and looks life in a different angles. A nice poem indeed. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.