RAW LINES IN ME

These raw lines on my skin,

Tell stories of where I’ve been,

Each wrinkle, a whisper, a laugh, a tear,

A tapestry woven through every year.

Oh, let the sun kiss my face,

Embrace the time, this sacred space,

With every mark, I find my grace,

A dance of life, a gentle pace.

Silver threads in my hair,

A crown of wisdom, I wear with care,

Every moment, a treasure, a gift,

In the flow of time, my spirit lifts.

Oh, let the sun kiss my face,

Embrace the time, this sacred space,

With every mark, I find my grace,

A dance of life, a gentle pace.

I’ve learned to love the lines that trace,

The journey of joy, the trials we face,

In the mirror, I see a friend,

A story unfolding, no need to pretend.

So here I stand, with arms open wide,

In the rhythm of life, I take my stride,

With every heartbeat, I celebrate,

The beauty of aging, it’s never too late.

Oh, let the sun kiss my face,

Embrace the time, this sacred space,

With every mark, I find my grace,

A dance of life, a gentle pace.

These raw lines on my skin,

A testament to the life within,

With love and laughter, I’ll always sing,

In the beauty of aging, I find my wings.

Let the sun kiss our faces,

Embrace the time, in all its places.

With every mark, we find our grace,

In the dance of life, we find our place.

Hmmm, mmm,mmm..