My Story

My story is still being written
Each callous on my gnarled hands
Every line and crinkle on my face
Sun weathered and wind battered
Scars that delineate a wound or cut
Fading bruises diminishing to nothing
All a visible chapter for the telling
Contributing words of humor or horror
Happiness and sadness, honesty and lies
Human condition in a microcosm
Contributions have come from many
Some who's part is finished and some
Who have the opportunity to add more
The choice is theirs to make and write
Parts may never be fully told but in the end
Isn't that what makes a good story