Scribbled Wisdom

In the lines of his face, a story unfolds, A map of memories, etched by time's hands. The scribbles that dance upon his skin, Are whispers of a life, lived and loved within. His eyes, like windows to the soul, Reflect the depths of a wisdom, earned and made whole. The texture of his skin, a testament to years gone by, A topography of laughter, tears, and sighs. The background, a canvas of worn pages and ink, A palimpsest of thoughts, and stories left to sink. In this portrait, we see a life in all its complexity, A mix of joy and sorrow, of light and shadow's duality. A reminder that our stories are etched on our faces, And that the wisdom we gain, is a treasure to be cherished and placed.