Silver in my tresses and lines upon my brow, they don’t bother me, I am grateful they are there
They give my face character tell of my travels along the way and give hints of where I’ve been and where I will return someday
I cannot go back to those days that have long since passed and I don’t care to but it’s good to remember them and laugh

Why would one be troubled about turning the page when another adventure awaits me as I grow older and occasionally wiser with each passing day
Ttucro