The Marks Of Being Alive

close up photo of scarred man holding glass of whiskey
Posted on by rak Posted in PoetryTagged , , , , , , ,

Wounds Turn Into Scars And Scars Make You Tough

scars on your body

each cut a slice from your life

the wounds of your time

It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars – Garrison Keillor

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