Open Book

Life is an open book. Each moment in time means something. Will you let that go to waste?

Life is an open book

Just waiting to be filled

Each second of your life,

A word in the story

Each minute that goes by,

A phrase taking form

Each hour ticking along,

A sentence molding the thoughts

Each day counting up,

A paragraph shaping its ideas

Each month passing you,

A page pulling you in

Each year slowly coming,

A chapter creating magic

Life is an open book

Empty to begin

Will you fill in it an adventure?

Or a boring old tale?