Filling Life's Pages Poem by Crimson Love

The mysteries of life,
Open before you,
Life is much like that of a book,
The days represent pages,
These pages Are written on by actions,
You choose what you write, also what you do,
Your life is yours, not anyone elses, its only for you,
Once you see this, the pages come to life, with wonderful brilliance,
Colors only imagined by the mind as it sleeps,
Your pages are yours to fill, But remember your writing with pen,
Mistakes will remain, but eventually fade
As so with the memory of being young,
But with your life’s pages filled, you may reminisce on a time of laughter and Sadness, and anything in-between,
Tales of love and lust,
Even things unseen.