We’ve all had our beginning, that place we call our hometown,
We’ll each of us have an ending, where and when we do not know.
Everyone starts out small and grows with time,
We age moment by moment in our given lifetime.
There’s a book that we all own, we make the cover,
The words are created from our everyday adventure.
Our chapters of life grow and are counted,
With every sunrise until the last sunset.
It’s an open book of endless pages until we stop writing,
A novel to be remembered by others.
Whom will judge the value or worth from our chapters of life,
Many will try, there will be those who did like it,
Perhaps some who won’t.
In the end it will be from the spirit in the sky.