these lines on my face have been traced by the sculptor, time

these white hairs that adorned my head have been changed by the seasons

of time

careful what you hold fast and true time will do a number on you

things you steadfastly believed will drop like falling leaves

i do not abhor complaints or regrets on how time has molded my thoughts or health

growing older is a luxury that everyone won’t get to know

wants are replaced by gratitude for simple things that last, new no longer is a motivation if what is fulfilling the need works

bells, whistles and gadgets are non essentials and hold little promise for enhancing life

thank-you Master Time for the wrinkles and the curls

for little voices that remind me what it is like to travel in this world

the gift of acceptance comes with time and prayer

i never would have thought i would arrive at this point where i wouldn’t change a thing

continue your work, i will try to sit still