And across my face
Tell how I have lived
And what I embrace
Fear, worry, and regret
Wear upon the skin
Things we wish to forget
Show more as we thin
The pucker becomes a purse
Surprise, a scary scowl
Gravity is a curse
As all things must fall south
But look beyond all this
There still is a warm glow
A light that you might miss
From the good things I know
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