Time has traced its path upon my feet, Etched my body, kisse..
Time has traced its path upon my feet,
Etched my body, kissed my face,
And even these worn pants carry the weight of years.
Yet never have I felt more at ease,
More whole in the skin I wear.
In this ripened season of life, I find a deeper peace,
And "the best is yet to come" rings true,
Not as a hope, but as a quiet knowing.