In every face, a story lies untold,
A blend of joy and sorrows, new and old.
They show the world what they choose to reveal,
Yet hide the depths that time cannot heal.
A young boy’s face, with dreams so wide,
A gleam of wonder that he can’t hide.
A young girl’s smile, soft as the dawn,
Her hopes like blossoms, freshly drawn.
An old woman’s gaze, gentle and wise,
Her past a treasure, in her quiet eyes.
An old man’s grin, with time’s embrace,
Peaceful contentment, etched on his face.
So learn from each, the tales they share,
For in every face, there’s wisdom rare.
In joy and pain, in youth and age,
Life writes its truth on every page.
Musings of a Wanderer 