How quickly go the days, how swiftly fly the years,
just sitting while the dew dries, recalling laughter, wiping tears.
My childhood days as I recall crept by so very slow, I wished them gone for I had things to do and places I must go.
Always in a hurry I did travel down life's road,
adding burdens everyday collecting quite a load.
I piled them high until my back was bent,
youth and energy all were spent.
We raised a daughter and a son,
they're both grown now my parenting is done.
Now what is left, what is left for me? I thank my God at last I see.
The journey is it's own reward, the grandbabies, the birds, the flowers in the yard.
It's not getting there at last I know,
it's enjoying the trip as through life we go.