The book of life is brief
and once a chapter is complete
we move on to the next
either speedily or slowly
depending on our age
Each chapter holding snippets of our lives
for those who like to pry
and search for something they can imagine
is like their own story
and recollect their past
Biographies
Autobiographies
always episodes from others lives
we care to know about
to marry their existance with ours
until the end, of course
And no-one wants that final chapter
that epilogue
the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem