After All These Years

 The withered old lady sat for a spell,

Thinking of all the stories she could tell –

Some were so joyful – some full of tears,

But she was still going – after all these years.

When she was a young thing, she began to explore

The beauties and mysteries that life held in store.

Woven together were her hopes and fears,

Laying foundation for all of these years.

She met her mate – for her he was ideal.

They married and started a family to build.

The troubles that go with a young family,

After all these years, are just a memory.

A memory that for a long while

Will warm her heart and make her smile,

For in her heart she’ll know she’s done her best –

And after all these years – she now can rest.