The Calendar Written on My Face

The Calendar Written on My Face

I stare down the mirror, counting every line
Old wounds and mistakes written in the grind
Hair thins out, the focus wears thin
Every year just carves deeper in my skin.
It’s the calendar written on my face
Every wrinkle keeps the score, Time leaves its mark
demanding more, What the long years decided for.

Shave off the morning, watch the gray come in
Try to fight back but the years always win
The kid in the photos, a stranger in the glass
Smile cracks wide, watching the young self pass.
It’s the calendar written on my face
Every wrinkle keeps the score, Time leaves its mark
demanding more, What the long years decided for.

No lotion or armor to stop what’s real
Every reflection is a wound that I feel.
It’s the calendar written on my face
Every wrinkle keeps the score, Time leaves its mark
demanding more, What the long years decided for.