Bound up with one another, tied by ribbons
or whatever. I never figured that one out.
Strange, isn't it. I've seen it different.
As I get older it isn't a race to the finish.
I prefer to stroll, you didn't know that,
but it is true. I don't falter that way.
You didn't know me long enough,
only one season that was it.
Sharing these memories of times,
not shared, did you realize how
steady and unwavering I am.
For me it was never the finish line,
it was the laughs along the way.
I suppose it goes to the quality of the journey,
an old lady can look back on.