Lyrics. Someday to be put to music.
You’re seeing lines in the mirror That didn’t used to be there Running hands through thinning hair How could you not care? You say, Time finally had its way with me I’m just not the person that I used to be Life has come Life has gone Now I’m broken and run down But don’t you know? Every line, every scar, every mark Means you’ve been growing Time hasn’t yet cut you off No, you’re still going So let life come Then let it go Let the years take what they will Then stand up tall Because you’re still whole And not everyone gets to grow old So stop, take a minute to breathe Put your hand on your chest Feel that heartbeat Don't you dare say that Nothing is left You're just getting started Embrace the change The sun on your skin The rain on your face Don't forget who you are You know, that power within That put you here in the first place Because don’t you know? Every line, every scar, every mark Means you’ve been growing Time hasn’t yet cut you off No, you’re still going So let life come Then let it go Let the years take what they will Then stand up tall Because you’re still whole And not everyone gets to grow old
Bex, that was wonderful 👏 ❤️.
Thank 😊 you
Tommy
Thank you, Tommy! I appreciate you taking the time to stop by and read it 🙂
Dear Bex Rodén:
Your writing is strong, exquisite in many places. I am a writer. All my books are on Amazon. I’d like to send you some of my work in celebration of your writing future.
Christopher de Vinck
Christopher,
Wow, thank you for your encouraging words! And for taking the time to read my writing. I would be honored to receive copies of your work. I see you have an essay collection that appears to reference William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and of Experience.” Blake is one of my favorite poets! And that you’ve written historical fiction as well—my favorite genre in the novel form! I have your email on the back end of my website. I’ll reach out to you there. Thanks so much again!