Pages of my life

The sensitive pages of the book of my life  
Are open for all to see  
I've nothing to hide and I've nothing to lose
By letting you all see the real me.  
 
So if you've ever wondered  
Or if your just a curious sort?  
Go ahead, read about my life  
It's not extraordinary by any resort.  
 
Sometimes theres been laughter  
Sometimes theres been tears  
Theres often been a combination of the two  
But none so plentiful as in my twilight years.  
 
To all of those who know me  
And to those who's path I have crossed,  
I'm sure you'll understand me when I say  
Every now and then I still feel lost.  
 
Somewhere in my childhood  
There once stood a little boy  
But I lost him many moons ago,  
He was and introvert, shy and coy...  
 
Some memories are hard to over throw  
If I could Id say to that boy dont give up  
Your future is still to be written young Scott  
Your not always going to be a small pup...  
 
This boy still lurks within me  
I often stop to talk to him  
I asked him what now young Scott?  
And he replies with where shall we begin?  
 
Through my 20's I escaped the net  
It was depriving me of oxygen  
Kept pulling me under and I cant swim  
So I ran of as fast as I can...  
 
Had good friends though like Bryen Hobb  
Other like Linda, Hilary and Anne,  
We all acted like delinquents  
Not a good start of my becoming a man...  
 
My 30's too were a bit rough and tumble  
Was smacked in the face with the harsh truth  
Good job I had a baby girl to keep me strong  
As I was confronted with the ugly proof...  
 
Becoming 40 was awesome,  
I enjoyed the feeling of making it...  
The oast 39 years were unstable  
And I spent most of those years faking it...  
 
And now I'm nearing 50!  
All of my heroes have died!!!  
My eyes? They hurt endlessly  
With all of the tears that I've cried...  
 
So come on 50's be gracious  
I promised that wee boy who's still in me  
That one day I'll open the door to him  
And set that scared little boy free...