Each life is like a good book, We're reluctant to put down... Absorbed in all that's written there, Each sight, each smell, each sound.   Some pages turn quite slowly, As we read all that's there... While others are skimmed over, As if we didn't care.   Each chapter is quite different, Some good, with others bad... Some lit with peals of laughter, Some wet, because we're sad.   Who is the author of our book? Why it's a joint endeavor... For Fate and individuals join, To write what's put together.   When my own book has been finished, The cover gently closed... The only payment I would ask, Would be a single rose.     © 04/17/10  Loree (Mason) O'Neil        Midi playing is:  Reason    Back To My Index Page   To Send This To A Friend Click The Button Below: