My Book
My Book
Sometimes late at night
Sitting alone by myself,
I reflect on so many things
Most of which sits in book on my shelf.
Within that book
Is everything I hold dear,
It is pieces of my life
That bring a smile and a tear.
I often wonder
If that book will ever end
But it is the one certainty in my life
On which I can depend.
My dreams have given me wings
Throughout all my days
And at night alone and by myself
I fly to a place where I find my way.
I stand hard as a stone
In this world I cant rise above
But within this book of mine
I will always find peace and love.
The End.
October 25 2007
By
Shannon McGrorty - Hunter
Sometimes late at night
Sitting alone by myself,
I reflect on so many things
Most of which sits in book on my shelf.
Within that book
Is everything I hold dear,
It is pieces of my life
That bring a smile and a tear.
I often wonder
If that book will ever end
But it is the one certainty in my life
On which I can depend.
My dreams have given me wings
Throughout all my days
And at night alone and by myself
I fly to a place where I find my way.
I stand hard as a stone
In this world I cant rise above
But within this book of mine
I will always find peace and love.
The End.
October 25 2007
By
Shannon McGrorty - Hunter
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