Looking back upon my my life
as I enter this silver valley I can
trully be thankfull for each and
every avenue of travel that I
had the pleasure to take

Why is it when we reach a certain
platu in our lives, do we have a tendecy
to look back and play the remember when
game?

Taking stock and wanting to hold on each
and every memory our hearts were young
and blissfully we engaged our days and
evenings living life to the fullest

Growing up in pink and now grown up
in silver, but my heart holds the gold.....

Bonnie Collins

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