As time went by, reality set in, I didn't have the coordination to twirl a baton, much less walk a runway. Beauty is fleeting. I don't have the time to spend a lot of time on myself. My laugh lines have the giggles, and silver streaks across my hair. That's what is going to last forever.
Time marches on, it leaves trails on our faces and figures.
It wears down our voices, and adds spectacles to our eyes. As we grow older, we need to make sure that we are growing in grace. If I am depending on my looks to keep my friends, it is going to be a costly upkeep. He deserves more from me that my outward showing, my heart will always be young. My Heavenly Father, You are my best Friend.