Book Of Life Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

The Moon Beams smile, the Stars do wink,
within their presence I do think
I meditate, for dreams come true, and
do not wait for things accrue
Accrue they must, then to resolve, by
myself I cannot solve
The answers do recede from me, as
Shakespeare, 'to be or not to be'
Tis not the easy thing to do, ne'er to stop,
not start anew
Forgive my idle thoughts at times, sometimes
to wonder, delve the rhyme
If only key I held in hand, no longer wonder,
but understand
I guess must, forever look, into the page
of every book
Maybe answers written down, the Book Of Life
may hold the crown