I kindle my scars with care.
For in them is a story mine I carry.
I know this life ends and we end
our stories that we think so special.
Yet it is to our disadvantage youth
but we do not see it in our naivety,
our eyes as we grow in school halls
they see now with age more folly
indeed needed to be attempted.
For my scars are more beautiful
in a tapestry you might consider.
For wise and learned I am and I
seek more folly no, I’m no quitter.