Life’s like a rare book, slowly to be read

Each page your turn your fate is still ahead.

Past chapters you’ve sought through

Have not been in vain, just retrace

The text and knowledge you gain.

 Memories of moments will come to mind

Some dark dismal storm clouds, reflections

Unkind

They’re all fleeting pastimes stored in the mind

Mistakes that are made, corrected with time.

Sudden as a whirl wind drawing leaves to its path

You will find treasured memoirs of times in the past.

Cascading reminiscence of laughter and joy

Visions in youth as a girl, or a boy.

Pages you read through of earlier times

When you bubbled with innocence, wonder and rhyme.

These events sent to test you in the grand sea of time,

While you enter more pages and many more changes,

In that rare Book of Life.

As the pages grown old and yellow, you’ll find,

Life is enjoying the Passage of Time.