Working with many different people in the bookstore
(This should come as no surprise)
I am blessed with many opportunities
to look into their eyes.
Each one of us is our own book…
chapters filled with joys and sorrows and cares…
and I love how our two books come together
when my eyes meet theirs.
For in that moment…that brief interchange
be it in the evening or in the day…
their eyes can often tell me more of their story
than their words could ever say.
I'm amazed how the eyes can convey a feeling
with but a momentary look…
exchanged for but an instant
over the purchase of a book.
And, although our stories come together only for a moment…
and then that moments gone…
It's nice for each of us to be a portion
of the current page we're working on.
It's nice to think from a simple exchange
that started with a look…
I could be a sentence…
perhaps a paragraph
in someone else's book.
And from that brief encounter
where our two stories intertwine
they could be a sentence…
perhaps a paragraph
in mine.
Each one's life can be a book and each moment or each encounter can be a chapter in that book.
Each one of us is our own book… chapters filled with joys and sorrows and cares… and I love how our two books come together when my eyes meet theirs.------Lovely the way how you relate two ---book and life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a sort of a book and we write the chapters for all to read. There are various emotions joy, pain, sorrow, love, hatred in the stories. Nice write. Great share.