Age Shuffles In

Age shuffles in Feet wrapped in torn rags from walking the broken, dusty roads of life. Scarred and calloused, From a thousand trips. You sit and gently rub travel weary feet, And remember times of plenty Young love, dancing, skipping…….. So long ago. You look down at feet That once led to new adventures and challenges. and find yourself smiling. Where did it all go? When did it become the past? Rested, you step out once more slower now……………………. down the road of life.