Thank You Poem by lindsey ashton

An old lady I am, worn out and tired
I’ve lived a life to be desired
Not all times were good, not all times were bad,
Not all times were happy, not all times were sad.
But life wouldn’t be a story, if everything went just fine,
There wouldn’t be a difference between a strangers life and mine.
We’re born with a book of blank pages, a page for everyday,
Everything we do is in there, and everything we say.
My book is filled with hopes and dreams, and all that I’ve achieved,
Everyone I’ve ever met, and everyone I’ve grieved.
And now my book is at its end, the pages left are few,
The book will close one day soon, and prepare to start a new.
Everything I ever had was worked for really hard,
Which makes me like it that bit more, knowing its well deserved.
I lay here now, warm in bed, and think of every page,
There is nothing I would do differently, nothing I want to change,
That’s the easiest thing I’ve ever said, but never thought I would,
All these years its taken me, to know my life was good.
The book is getting heavy, the pages wearing thin,
My eyes are getting tired, the light is glowing dim.
Just one last thing for the book, before I let it close,
The perfect ending for my life before my spirit goes,
Thank you for everything, this life has been so great,
Everything that ever happened, was led to me by fate,
Nothing too spectacular, but couldn’t ask for more,
I am truly grateful for everything I know.
Thank you again for a wonderful time, a time that is now over,
My book will close, I’ll reach the gate and rest forever in clover.
The book has closed, I’m at the gate, so happy I am to see,
The angel standing pure and proud hands the book to me.
I read the book, laugh and cry, and pick pages which are the best,
I sit myself down on a cloud for my eternal rest.