The Face

The face,
that smiles back at me,
in the mirror,
has frowned too many times,

An older face,
has many wrinkles,
some say it’s because of worry,
but maybe it’s love?

But a younger one,
laughs and smiles,
because it knows no pain yet,
and is happy,

This face though,
has been through a lot,
many tolls of sadness,
the deep blue eyes have seen,

When a smile,
creeps ever so slightly,
about the face,
it brings pure joy.

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