Our lives are as a written book a page for every day some are filled with poetry others empty lay. Some are filled with words of song others filled with mirth sadness turns some pages blue no page without worth Our faces illustrate each page and seem to fade with time our bodies falter as we age no longer so sublime But our hearts are more important than ever in the past and wisdom comes with aging some gifts are saved for last Yet pages left unwritten depend on what you do the past can never be erased the future's up to you. Steve Hodgin Copyright 2001 |
Unwritten Pages |
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