PAGES


  My life starts' out like a book, not yet a cover,



  Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.



  My story, constantly being written with every
  Breath,


  How many pages there will be, not known till
  The end.


  This title was Imagined before my creation,



  Cover to cover, Is mine to write, as I walk my life.
 


With each turning page, I illustrate my own time,




  The one before this, just a memory In my mind.



  Stay open It does, until my story Is told,



  Until I've been published, this mans' book will 
  Not be closed.

                                  Keith Garrett