A Book With Blank Pages

A friend decided to write a book She chose the titled to be My Life Going to the bookstore Bought two blank books Then she rushed home She sat at her writing desk Ready to begin her story For hours sat -then wrote Some words on top of the page It was titled - My Life Now the title is written The words were needed She was so pleased To tell her life tale Two pens on the table She picked up one pen Began to write her tale The pen never stopped She wrote all evening Until her eyes tired In the morning she began To continue her thoughts Again the pen flowed Until the pen stopped Then her tale ended Tired she went to rest In the early morn sun Out there for hours asleep Feeling very drained When she awakes in the eve She felt rested- and took her book Opened it to read- the ink gone "Oh!" She said."The ink disappeared!" "I wrote my book with the wrong pen!" Now I must begin again!O-h-Oh! She groned.