ALONE...



Another day lost
Among the pages
In the book of life.
The book is filled
With many empty pages--
Days forever gone,
Not worthy of recall.
Wasteful, tragic, true...
Not all pages are empty
Thank Love, a treasured few
Are filled with meaning--
These can be read
Again, pleasant trip
Down memory lane.
When the book is closed
The memories die--
They know not why.