I sit here watching the westering sun
Relaxed now that my work is done
The slight ache in the shoulders
From bearing the weight
Of living the life that I chose

But this now is the time to sit
This now is the time to think
The time to sit and remenisce
On times long past, opportunities missed

But would I change the life I've had?
The fun, the laughter
The good, the sad
Probably not for that is history made
And tomorrow the start of a brand new page

I could have spent my life behind a desk
High blood pressure, ulcers, daily stress
Instead I chose another way
Of winter storms, springs fragrant days
Days spent beneath the summer sun
Free to wander free to roam
To breath the heady pine scented air
Feel the soft breeze on skin and hair

And now I sit and reminisce
On those times long past