Skyy Allen Poet Narrative

The Turning of the Page

With the turning of the page

I begin to age.

Putting on another act

I begin to re-enact. 

Scenes from my life

Now riddled with strife.


What has become of me?

What is this life I live?

With the turning of the page

I age

Looking back on all I've done

I smile, I become undone.

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Sara Kendrick September 11, 2009 at 7:59 AM Those pages can become brittle, yellow, worn, and still be read. I like the idea put to pen here. Keep writing. Sara