the weathering with age
season after season
gives further definition
to your lines of character
those marks ……
filled with the memory
of your day to day struggle
that bodily testament
of a life truly lived
in spite of the obstacles
as Gary Allan sings ~
“It ain’t the whiskey.
It ain’t the cigarettes.
It ain’t the stuff I smoke.
It’s all these things I can’t forget.
It ain’t the hard times.
It ain’t the all nights.
It ain’t that easy,
It ain’t the whiskey that’s killin’ me.”
peace out……
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamillton~