It is strange to me
To feel more me
As I tread more slowly on this earth
Skipping not a word used in my dictionary.
From so long ago
But instead of regret
Appreciate it's telling me
To see other things instead.
A pebble becomes more meaningful to me
it's shape and mottled colors fascinate and
brings back memories to me.
Looking at this wondrous stone
Which in my youth
Was just a pebble to throw into a stream,
to hear it's sound,
as it landed with a bounce
Into the water travelling down the stream.
Isn't it peculiar I wonder at my age
what a new gift I've been given
As I tread along my way
A different perspective from a life so long ago
Each day a different day
Of wonderment, fulfillment and surprises,
discovering so many things I never ever knew
Which create stories in my mind
of new found things.
Almost like a pile of bricks which grow in so many directions
Which bring me happiness and gratitude
As I each day
discover secrets I never knew
I was never told
Of the gifts of growing old.