Changing Faces

Making the face we get

starts with amoretto cheeks

beneath storybook eyes

silken strands draped across the brow

curious noses

innocent lips

Upon canvases so pure

strokes the brush of time

dips into the palette of reality

layering change upon change

Colors

some untainted

others muddy

Drying

Cracking

Flaking

What of these faces

One’s personal artwork

now retired to Life’s attic

propped up on walls that shelter memories

when faces knew not mirrors

expressions were for their own sake

and manufactured masks

 were only reserved for make-believe

To think of our face

as the indelible memoir

of whom we were

and are

is honesty

Everyone could use a dose of that elixir

while mana awaits