The Face Says It All

There is a face I used to see
Then soft in youthful glow
So full of smiles and happy cheer
That all wanted to know

But now as time has passed that face
Has wizened; grown so harsh
With spite set deep between the eyes
And mood sodden like marsh

Or swamp maybe that sags and hangs
That threatens to behold
In rolls of venoms wanton clasp
From lies that it has told

It scorns the path with ill intent
No mercy and no grace
Just anger, loss and life’s etchings
Scrawled deep into that face

And when I look my heart cries out
With sadness for the state
Of ugliness that’s taken grip
So much contempt and hate

And pray that as the years retreat
The visage will recall
Lost kindness, truth and better mood
For the face says it all

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The Face

The face is a painting of the soul and the heart
A picture portraying great calm or disquiet
An image apparent either free or in pain
A depiction of life in a personal refrain
Either singing an aria so sweet and so true
Or mumbling in minor chords oh so blue
And so in the mirror the one who appears
Is a reflection of life across many years

The Fresher’s Welcome

They come!
They gather!
They smile!

They smile in incongruous exaggeration
Smile to elicit a favour
Smile to break the moment

The moment of upturned corners
Gracing the world with a social smile
Disguising a stressed face

A stressed face mimicking; impersonating another
Testing for the genuine until
It melts into the Duchenne

The Duchenne smile of all smiles
Real; warm; eye crunching
Dopamine in a face

In a face that draws each to the other
Elicits the power of friendship
Summons past that icebreaking beginning

And then …..
Then they drink!

Smile Like You Mean It (Photo credit: Wikipedia)