Author Information
LIKE A BOOK
From the moment we’re born we are like a book…
and every day we age…who we are that day…is written on a page.
Our parents begin the writing…until such time as we are grown…
then we…pick up the pen…and begin writing on our own.
We meet many people along the way…which means everywhere we look…
we…can find them mentioned…in the pages of our book.
Some will be a footnote…mentioned briefly there or here…
crossing our paths momentarily…and then they disappear.
Others will linger on the pages…their influence reaching far…
for not only do they help write our book…they help determine who we are.
Some of our pages are filled with losses…some…are filled with wins.
This page may end a chapter…while on this page…one begins.
And though we can’t rewrite the past…once a page has bid adieu…
When we wake up the next morning…we begin to write anew.
How Wonderful!
A new story written every day…as every day life reengages…
Which means everyday it’s up to us…what happens between the pages.
I really enjoyed reading
I really enjoyed reading this, I love the rhyming, although I did find the constant full stops a bit too much, I think the poem would work just as well without them I found them rather distracting. But that's just me and it really is a good write. Sue :-)
Nice Analogy
Some are tomes, dusty and rabbit earred
some are thin volumes with guilded edges
some are faded vellum, old as wood
some overly used, pages loose.
.
Fresh from the press, the corners crisp
maturing nicely, filled with welcomed new ink
aging in grace and style preserved like photos
shelved, waiting to be read, willing to be read.
.
slc