Those crow-feet lines of laughter near my eyes
all leading back to corners of my mind,
considering their depth and length and size
can demonstrate life’s laughter, there defined.

Those creases ‘round my mouth express concern.
My furrowed brow has stood the test of time.
Looking at my face your eyes may soon learn
my inner light is strong enough to shine.

Tracks of laughter run beside tracks of tears.
Rocky roads or smooth highways find their way.
Connecting communities o’er the years.
Transporting thoughts as each night turns to day.

This lined face is the atlas of my soul.
Each line shows where I’ve been, paying each toll.