Scars and smiles etched in every line,
Reflections whisper, sweet and brine.
Soul bears the brunt of years gone by,
Yet, eyes ignite with purpose in the sky.
Self, a world within, both wild and tame,
Family, a bond, whispered name.
Obligations weave a web so tight,
But responsibility sets the spirit alight.
My face, a map, unveiled for those who see,
Each wrinkle whispers strength, serenity.
Though battles rage, and storms may roll,
The heart within keeps marching toward its goal.
So let the burdens rest, then gently fly,
For even weary wings can touch the sky.
I carry on, with steadfast grace,
This journey mine, to leave my mark, embrace.
Guchi.
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