Scratches and dents. Battle marks. Proud scars.
Smile lines, frown lines, and grey hair.
Each line a face tattooed forever
a souvenir from many days and many nights.
The one in the mirror seems like a good guy.
A little old, perhaps.
He must be a storyteller with all those scratches and dents.
Lots of stories to share.
I like how he’s not cynical, even though it looks like he’s gone some.
Perhaps he can tell me what the heck is going on.
Looks like he’s been there before, though it’s hard to tell.