Pick A Page Poem by soren Barrett
Pick A Page
A life we write, the print dim and bright on pages of time
Each day a leaf, joy or grief, chapters both sad and sublime
Some prefer to drink, dark dried thoughts of ink remorsefully refined
Some drink, the bright white spaces behind until they become blind
With nothing to gain would you choose pain or contented glee
Of pages read through, which you open is up to you, choose carefully
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