When we were young the words were always there,
They were scattered,
Scattered all around us.
As we grew we caught them,
Caught them and brought them into our lives.
The older we got more were being gathered,
Gathered within us.
Each sentence assembled,
Assembled with experience.
As we start to reach old age
We can look at those words,
And find that those words we had gathered,
The sentences that were assembled,
Have written a book,
And that book is the story of our life.