Between My Pages
Love, dislike and sometimes
hate
Never was I perfect,
never did I try either
for I am only of the flesh
You gave me a promise
now and then,
as I promised you too
Life is like a book you see
the front cover to begin,
the back cover to end
Within this book of ones life
you tell about this person,
the dreams and
what they might expect to be
(kinda like: about the author)
For this book is my life with you,
from begin to end
I began my book living my hopes and dreams
and today I read the chapters
(the story that awaits within)
What I wanted to read about me,
the story of my life,
as I am, brings the tears
You see...I came across so many empty pages
so many empty promises,
so many times my heart ached
Where it began and where it might end
that is all I have,
that is all...
As I turn the pages over and over ...
no matter how many times
I come back to read
the story is the same
Maybe I will title it:
"On Tears, We Do End"
Robert H. Green
© 09/2003
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