The Book Of Life
THE BOOK OF LIFE
Through the pages
of my life I walk,
the story unfolds
one word at a time.
Each experience
a new story to add
to the library
of my memory and soul.
Each character
I meet; a new reason
to carry on.
Sometimes I want
to stop ;
or detour from the tale,
but the pages keep turning.
The hand of time
controls the story,
it's length, depth and plot.
I know not where
the storyline leads,
or on what page
my character will die.
But I read on ;
anxious to read
the final page,
anxious for the tale to end .
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