Poem - The Lines of my Hand

The Lines of My Hand
From a smile
Comes a laugh
From a laugh
Comes a secret
From a secret
Comes a friendship
Which eventually
Leads to love
Which begets
Trust and forgiveness
Which begets
Worry
Which leads to
Lines that show fatigue
That melts into age, and wisdom
From which comes a smile
And every part is linked
And drawn
Into the lines of my hand