The book of life begins
with pages virginal and clean,
proclaiming innocence
yet strangely tempting to the childish mind
behind the unformed hand
to make its presence felt.
and leave a mark to show where it has been-
and as we write upon the pages
each life
as stories lived and written by us all,
of drama, mystery or comedy
of heroes, villains and adventurers.
some written with a carefree flourish
some neatly following the lines,
and others in a careless scrawl-
No matter if our book is short or long,
or if it is remembered down the years,
we must expect
that even in the happiest of fairy tales,
there will always be some chapters
blank with boredom-
there will always be some pages
smudged with tears .....
By my favourite poet, Nanushka
From The Thoughts of Nanushka Vols 13-18
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