The Path of Life

I walk the path of life today and think on days gone by. When we were young, and bold and free, and oh so very spry. We knew so very little, were anything but wise. Hand in hand and heart to heart, each with the other's prize. We ached to heal each other whene'er there seemed a wall. Our love so deep, we saw ourselves as Bogart and Bacall. Now years have passed, we've grayed and frayed the edges of our lives. Raised sons up now and sent them off to cherish their own wives. And life moves on. We're in the Fall when most our duties done. The pace is much, much slower, are days a setting sun? I surely think, still lots to do, to experience and to see. More paths to walk, and challenges to meet, and things to be. I walk the path of life today with miles and miles to go. Our love still there, and oft' declare it still continue grow. To grow, for this I know.