Veins

Below the surface of my skin

A roadmap lies; it’s always been

A part of me that lives inside

But nowadays, it’s magnified.

 

Those thin blue lines, once hidden, now

Are visible and thus allow

Whoever sees those veins to gauge

The proof of my advancing age.

 

Of course, the rest of me, as well,

Gives other ways that they could tell;

Yet, as that roadmap’s path proceeds,

It makes me think of where it leads.