I am the author of my life
Each day and page is mine to own
Not knowing what is coming next
For future pages blank remain
Until I reach that place and time
And life fills in the missing text
Each page contains my random day
With paths and patterns yet undrawn
I'll relish what life sends my way
The little things that are life's treasures
Chance encounters make up life's pleasures
Fill the page and fill the days
And as my book draws to its end
I'll know I savored every chapter
Each glad moment it contained
Each deep sorrow written there
Are treasures that made up my tale
This my story forever after
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