Face of Life

If I had but a moment's grace,

I'd gaze once more upon your face

On distinct features, weathered lines

where knowledge lives and ease reclines

Where eyes say more than winsome lips

their glance a touch like fingertips

A face that speaks of brimming life

of love and pain, both joy and strife

Visage of human beauty true

of faith and trust, and hope anew

The face reflects the complex man,

the sum of parts that lie within



With thanks to my usual, yet-always-unusual, inspiration.