The Book of Life

We are pages unwritten
To be authored by those who mean the most to us
Friends who will define the text within
Loved ones who illustrate our character
A career that displays our cover to the world

We will be read by everyone disires
Some won’t read past the first page
Others will skip to the end to judge without understanding
Few will respect us enough to journey through our lives completely
One will tell the story

We are the words of our life
It is up to us choose our language
Will we speak poetry and bring pleasure to those that deserve
Or become tabloid and plague the lives of others
Life is what we choose write