Makeup may cover the lines of age,And hide the scars of time's dark rage,But beneath the surface, the wounds remain,Aching and raw, causing endless pain.
The passing of time leaves marks and scars,A reminder of life's triumphs and memoirs,Of moments of joy, and moments of sorrow,Of love that's lost, and hope for tomorrow.
No amount of powder, or paint so fine,Can erase the memories of days gone by,Or the experiences that have shaped our soul,And made us who we are, as a whole.
For the wounds of time are not just skin deep,But etched within us, a memory to keep,A reminder of our humanity and grace,And a testament to our inner strength and pace.So let us embrace the wounds of time,And wear them proudly, like a badge so fine,For they are a part of who we are,And a reminder that we have come so far.
