Life's Book
I've opened life's book, where pages are worn
To leave another fingerprint behind
Though pages are the same and pictures torn
The words that are written sometimes are kind
Will I find my chapters real or a dream?
When my passage through time seemed innocent
Where days were longer and laughter the theme
And I concluded life, self-evident
I rest in gray light of evening's pause
And time seems old, silently unaware
It rushes to its final purposed cause
To close my book with these pages I share
The journey written whether dream or real
Was worth the effort, I wrote it with zeal
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