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.