The Artistry Of Life

Much like an artist’s sketch,
We gain form and substance
As time passes.

From a vague outline
With rough edges,
To a well-defined silhouette
Drawn by the hand
Of life experience.

A once blank canvas
Takes on the hues
Of our personality,
Vibrant or subdued.

The fine lines at the corners
Of our eyes and mouth
Etched by cumulative
Joy and sorrow.

The nuances of our character
Painstakingly filled in
Year after year,
Stroke by stroke.

A work in progress
From our first breath
To our last,
No two portraits
The same.