My Story

Ask me not my story
but see it in my eyes
where courage and sadness intermingle
sparking up the brilliant twinkle

Ask me not my story
but feel it in my skin
ensconced in the worn leathery crinkles
smile and tear caught in the wrinkles

Ask me not my story
but gauge it in my gait
the defeated, hunched shoulders
the happy-go-lucky weight

Ask me not my story
but hear it in my voice
the lurking cry in a smile
my story in a solitary sigh.