The Book.

I look along the shelf,

So many books,

Which one shall I read?

There in the far corner,

That one looks good.

I take it down,

Such an old tome,

Covered with dust.

Seemingly neglected

I lay it on the table,

And open it.

It tells the story of a man,

His life as a small boy,

Through his teenage years.

He moves into adulthood,

Middle age,

And into his twilight.

As I read I remember,

Remember parts of the story,

And as I get towards the end

All is familiar

As I read the book,

The book of my life.