Facing this wall

I see this face
My face
I like it
it is still my face as it was
When I first saw it

No regrets
Time has been true to me
Despite
I can tell the loss and gains
I can hold them all again
Somehow
Nosedive and eyeblink
Tongue curling
To my teeth
Greet the day without misgivings
Everything is alive.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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