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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2017 01:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking of the books that are within us all.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
I'm deciding how to classify my book . Should it be fiction or science fiction ?
We each have our own book and each one is unique. Mine could well be a recipe book!
I Like this poem, it speaks to me. As a matter of fact, I did write a book somewhat based upon my life experiences. Alas, not a best seller.
Thank you Louis.
A fine write. Oh yes, you and I have written many a book about 1066. It was all my fault, saying 'Look up'! doh!
Thanks Orchi.
How true is this?! (the above) lol.
Great poem GF60
Really like this one
Thanks PH much appreciated.
Love this...what a way to sum up life
Thank you Jooles.
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