A few lines

Poetry on the imprints of time SOME LINES If my wrinkles were erased Like erasing a pencil mark Would I still be able to recognize The one my mother saw born one day? A small cut of the scalpel Maybe it makes me even prettier But I have no desire at all To look like a mummy. Is this choice really yours Or made to please others? To tell time to get lost? You're young now! No judgment on your choice Everyone is free, it goes without saying. But for me, each being is unique Like a melody can be. It's my story that you're reading On the lines of my face. They tell you about my past, You can guess my age! I accept seeing all my joys, My dramas, my pains and my fears, The story of my well-filled life Made of joys and worries. The memories of my childhood? I note all their importance. And those of my adolescence? I wear them with elegance, Without regrets or looking back. It's my treasure, dearly buried. A past partly flourished With dandelions and orchids. I want to be unique. My differences? I'm proud of them! I'm no longer at an age to be a doll, And I never was, anyway. I'm ending here these few lines, Lines of life, lines of heart, That I didn't learn by heart. It's not serious, now I sign. JAZZ