It feels finely pressed, this pale red smile
like a flower petal faded, but still good
yeah, still good.
I have known so many frowns
but not all of them were mine,
or meant there were angry faces.
My memories grow more loved
each day that passes into age.
20 gone, now 30, now 40..
I cherish even the stupid sun
that shines on my face and wakes me
gleefully, through my pillow shade.
I trace old scars and forgive them
they grow milder with age,
like pinchy shoes gone comfy.
There is something that happens
as the lines blur time
and you awaken to realize truth…
Just living is bliss.