The Book Of Life

The Book Of Life




There's a dusty old book on the mantle,

It’s cover all tattered and torn.

The withered pages within, dance with the soul of life.



Though they appear to be yellowed and brittle

each one tells of a precious memory

as fresh as yesterday itself.



Memories of days gone by

of loved ones long laid to rest.

Each chapter is completely different

then the one before

yet they write the same book.



From these old eyes

silent tears fall

some of joy

some of sorrow

and some of regret.



The pages can't be rewritten

but inner peace comes in the magic

of knowing what you have read.