Roadway of Memories

Tuck your 

hair behind

your ear.

Don't

Let the sun

melt the lines

of life

around 

your eyes.

It will

take them.

You tilt 

your head 

back and let

the warmth

hug you. 

You let it get 

just hot enough 

and turn your

eyes down.

The memories 

are almost 

to hard to see.

But you keep 

searching 

then you find 

one. 

And there it 

is.

The tear 

streaming down 

your face.

Filling your 

wrinkles 

like a small

river.

The smile 

comes because 

you 

know

what others 

don't know.

Life is tragic,

loving and 

beautiful. 

And the 

wrinkles and lines

that others 

try to erase 

away are 

the roadway

of memories.

And you never

want to lose those.