My Book of age

My Christmas tree still stands tho Christmas day has past, the day raced by like a rocket, such good fun I had a blast..but all that I am left with is the photographs on my phone, as I sit flicking thru them on my sofa when I am all alone..memories of merriment with my family altogether, jovialities playing games with the laughter and lots of blether

We are well on the way to ending the December that is almost done, then another year shall be complete with 2019 gone..Oh if only I had the power to slow the seasons down but then I would be magic with a title of renown..alas time ticks away with a willpower of it’s own, and in reality as I get older my entire lifespan has flown..over sixty years I have been on God’s earth, so that’s actually sixty one Christmas’s sharing glad tidings and mirth.. whilst that is an awful lot of memories that linger in my mind, I struggle these days for some of them to find..

Oh if only I could reminisce every detail of my youth, back in those good ol’e days we had minimum photographs for proof..yet lost is that little child so unaware of life, little did she know about her three children or the man she married as his wife..they do say ignorance is bliss, would I do it all again ? Well I guess I’ll never know this answer to my rollercoaster train.. life is but adventures sitting in a speedy carriage, from your childood with your parents until the day you wed in marriage..I know my life on earth is limited as I fillin my book of age, begging to slow it down so I can relish every page