Motorcycle Madness
Riding fast she paid no attention
broken mirrors it wasn’t there
it was in the half left shield
she noticed, it was her,
it was her face, deep lines
she saw it –age. wrinkled
and old - was it still her?
Life had been hard, but she
still looked happy - yes,
each line had a story,
rather a million stories,
all of their own, each
owned a year of her life,
she was sure and that’s
why she wore them -
to remember.
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