If my life were an open book...would you read me...or would I become dusty upon your shelf ??
Life would be...
If life was an open book
There'd be no more guessing
Along the way
Trying to figure...go or stay?
Do or not?
Sink...or swim?
It wouldn't much matter...
The text would say
The script of life would clearly be
Written on pages...meant to see
The characters portrayed
Would be carefully chosen
Based upon need at the time
The plot would develop
Page after page...
Year after year...
With sub-plots...
Scattered throughout
Life would be simpler then...
If life was an open book
Each book would be different though
And some...might intermingle
But no two books would
Read the same throughout...
Some books would be longer
And perhaps...a little dry
While others with a real great plot
Would seem to surely fly
Of course...
We would have our favorites
That we're unable to put down
We would read them with great gusto
And feel loss once they are done
And what of my book...
The reader might ask...
Will it be long...
Or sadly shortened?
Will it be of epic form
Or short story proportion?
Will my book become a best seller
To anyone but me?
And if it does...
Who will read it..
And will they see the real me?
If my life was an open book
The mask could slowly lower
Secrets...fear...and trepidation...
Would surely then be over...
But it's not an open book...
And so...I live within a wall
A fence so sturdy round my fort
That it will likely...never fall
Dee Daffodil (HW) 3 March 2008
Poetry by Dee Daffodil
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Written on 2009-02-10 at 15:15
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If Life Were An Open Book
Just think how much easierLife would be...
If life was an open book
There'd be no more guessing
Along the way
Trying to figure...go or stay?
Do or not?
Sink...or swim?
It wouldn't much matter...
The text would say
The script of life would clearly be
Written on pages...meant to see
The characters portrayed
Would be carefully chosen
Based upon need at the time
The plot would develop
Page after page...
Year after year...
With sub-plots...
Scattered throughout
Life would be simpler then...
If life was an open book
Each book would be different though
And some...might intermingle
But no two books would
Read the same throughout...
Some books would be longer
And perhaps...a little dry
While others with a real great plot
Would seem to surely fly
Of course...
We would have our favorites
That we're unable to put down
We would read them with great gusto
And feel loss once they are done
And what of my book...
The reader might ask...
Will it be long...
Or sadly shortened?
Will it be of epic form
Or short story proportion?
Will my book become a best seller
To anyone but me?
And if it does...
Who will read it..
And will they see the real me?
If my life was an open book
The mask could slowly lower
Secrets...fear...and trepidation...
Would surely then be over...
But it's not an open book...
And so...I live within a wall
A fence so sturdy round my fort
That it will likely...never fall
Dee Daffodil (HW) 3 March 2008
Poetry by Dee Daffodil
Read 925 times
Written on 2009-02-10 at 15:15
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