What's inside,
comes outside,
and shows on your face.
The clock keeps ticking.
Against time,
it's a race.
When young,
you appear
any way you want.
As time passes,
your face,
your soul does flaunt.
As the wrinkles
and lines
appear on your skin,
they tell the tale
of who
is within.
Do you smile a lot?
Do you smoke?
Do you frown?
It's drawn on your face,
like makeup
on a clown.
Your innermost feelings,
thoughts, and desires,
creep through your skin.
They do not,
and will not
stay hidden.
Happy,
sad,
stuck-up,
it will show on your face.
Your emotions
get stuck up
on your face.
Remember
what mom said,
“Stop that.
It will stick on your face.”
This you should dread.
Your expressions
draw lines.
Your soul wins the race.
What's inside,
comes outside,
and shows on your face.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
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