In the beginning
Was the page
Bereft of words,
Bereft of words
Until the first word
Was written.
That word
Had no meaning,
But it was joined,
Joined by others
Until it became
A phrase.
That phrase
Which gave an idea,
That idea
Became a sentence,
Which seemed
To make sense.
Other sentences
Were constructed
Until a paragraph
Was formed,
Those paragraphs
Became a chapter,
A chapter in a book,
Or a chapter
In our lives.
Each word,
Each phrase,
Each sentence,
Each paragraph,
Each chapter,
Became that book,
That book grew old,
Until that book,
That book of life,
Came towards its end,
And could be read,
Read back to all
To show life,
Life in all its glories,
And in all its vagaries.