A face that hides emotions,
a heart that keeps them quiet.
A hollow wooden existence that keeps
out all.
A face hidden in the crowd,
not overly noticeable or
recognized.
A face that once was soft
now hardened by
time.
Carved by the experiences
dealt by life.
Shaped by the hands
of time.
A face that has seen
joy come
and
joy lost.
This face that has been
weathered by storms and molded
by time.
This face that will always
stand the tests of time
and in the end
is held by strength,
dignity and
will forever be.
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