THE BOOK
The book...
That I've finished at the year's end
Cannot be rewritten,
For family or friend.
It can be reread
To refresh memory
And give inspiration,
Of the things that pleased me.
The book...
We control the pages that are filled,
But how many pages
Have yet to be revealed.
We have a brand new page
With the dawn of each day;
We can write sunlight and hope,
Or despair and dismay.
The Book...
I hope to write well each day
Yesterday's page
Is now out of the way.
Today, I started my page
By saying a prayer
And hope God will lead me
And always be there!
Freda Fullerton
January 2, 2014
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