(published in Poetry Motel)
Many years gone by
Many paths traveled
Many spills along the way
Wounded hearts
Wounded souls
Scars still visible today
Many turns
Many choices
Many times I cried
Sorrows deep
Sorrows plentiful
These scars I cannot hide
Many hopes
Many mornings
Many suns yet to rise
Precious dreams
Precious chances
My scars are beauty in his eyes
