What entries do I make in the book of life
Is it that I was here and I survived the strife
Perhaps it is the fond memories of friends and time
And still I remember those good times so divine
Should I now sit back and leaf through the pages of my book
When being melancholy brings the tears in their hook
Or be content as I sit and wonder how
The years have gone by to where I am here now.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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