Face of Wood

Dreaming in a chair, contemplating

Of times gone by, exhilarating, entertaining

Reaching out with tenderness

Scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence

Catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions

Moving targets and camera shy

The room is dark and shadowed

Time keeps ticking by

Silence and solitude

No one left to cry

No one left to cry

Standing in front a mirror

I draw and pinch my skin

Tired eyes portray reality

A face of lines looks out in the world

I am oak

I am oak

I am oak

I am oak