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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2018 03:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just contemplating.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 40
  • User favorite of this poem: FredPeyer.


  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. It must be an encylopedia sized book for you and I, as we're millions of years old! You read your notes for 1066 lately?!

    • Goldfinch60

      The problem with 1066 I keep on coming to the place where you said "Look up!" to Harold.

      Are you going to see the Bayeux Tapestry when/if it comes over from France.

      • orchidee

        Erm, well we got a copy of the Tapestry at a museum in town.

      • dusk arising

        Oh for the energy and clarity of intent of those early pages before controversy and conciliation entered and clouded things.
        Beneath the dust its a fine read sir!

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you da, our life ahead seemed so easy when we were young.

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          Thanks ANDY ~ each Year we write another Chapter in "This is Your Life" We may not word process or publish it but it exists in our Subconscious and (as you know) it is also recorded in Heaven ~ What & Who we are TODAY is a PRECIS of all the past CHAPTERS ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN I reminded KAT ~ That we are "A Living & Open Book ~ known and read by everybody ~ AMEN" Yours BRIAN

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Brian, I have many chapters in my book and I hope that there are many more.

          • FredPeyer

            Just had to make this a favorite, Goldie! Love the way you set it up and the way you ended it. Wonder what happens to that book once we are gone.

            • Goldfinch60

              We take it with us to eternity, it will never close.

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