Hidden in these wrinkles is a long tale.
A Laughter that didn’t escape his lips, Tears that didn’t roll down his cheeks. Remnants of sighs that are held in his heart, Impending sorrow that hid in his eyes.
Too long this phase has lasted to end now,
It will stay where it is destined In the inner recesses of his heart. Behind him those winters Yet chilling more to come. Hidden in these wrinkles Is a person nobody knew.