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.
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