Thirty

Three decades of sun and shine, wind and rain.
Changing times and so many faces, not one of thirty the same.
Through childhood tantrums and a holiday bruised knee
To first broken hearts and dreams of what will never be.
Looking back to a place you cannot now believe
You see a land of fading memories and a future you can no longer weave.
But with a mind not cast in bronze look at it honestly
And you will find that in those roots a truth hides peacefully.
For in those days and months and years,
smiles and storms, laughs and tears.
Lies the face you see in the mirror each morning,
The face the world is waiting to see.
And if it hadn't been for all of those thirty.
You wouldn't be now who you should be