These old boots are just like me….. worn and weathered …… but still walking

the look on an old friend’s face connects me a past that has left its marks….but has been left behind

I don’t disguise it and I don’t regret its part in my development…….the chisel of life has smoothed out the rough edges and I thankful for the adjustments

scuffed from running into myself and tripping over the things I neglected to put away……

the lines and scars are medals that only some could appreciate much less understand…

scuffed but still walking

it’s a good life….. if you don’t weaken

ttucro/collector of smiles