Year's Gentle Turn

The last page turns, a story gently told Of silver frost

and evenings growing cold And as I trace the pathway I have known

I find a love that I can call my own Not just a

mile, a memory, a scene But a quiet truth where Your

affection's been. I sift the years, the laughter and the cost

Each single joy, each tender line that's crossed And though my mind might weigh

the past and see A fragile thread of what was meant to be

My heart just smiles, for in the final sum I see it