Novel
There is a book in each of us
High upon a shelf
Emblazoned with the finest script
Simply titled: Self
As all good tomes it contains
Beginning
Middle
End
But most parts there are left to us
To fill, edit, and tend
Beginning is always the Middle
Of someone else’s
Tale
We entered theirs, began our own
Oft innocent and frail
They stay on, most often, as authors of
Our fate
Bound with hope that we will learn
To form our story straight
And then it’s time for us to try
Our hand at a line or two
We make mistakes we can’t erase
But learn to write what’s true
And here is where the Middle starts
And here the greatest feat
A book within a book begins
As we create a brand
New
Sheet
On these sheets truly lies
The story of our lives
And we decide what theme we’ll choose
What ends and what survives
And strangely this is where we
Write
What others never see
In lines so small, but with such depth
They define both you and
Me
Others think they know us
That to them we are well read
But, Truth be told, the margin notes
Show more than what is said
The End is not quite up to us
Imagine what we may
We do not know the final word
The line,
The hand
The day
As we do not choose our binding,
Or how the spine will bend
Masters of our fate we’re not
But this message we may send:
Answer this one resounding choice
That lies within our reach
Decide the worth of your own book
Then author, read, and teach
Dan Bowman
11/18/2010
The End is not quite up to us
Imagine what we may
We do not know the final word
The line,~
wow~Dan u know the whole world ~Yes! it makes me want to stand up and cheer…
Thank you for your kindness. I’m glad you liked it!
Too many people in the world do not know the value of their book…that is indeed the sad part…nice perspective on the theme.
Gracias!
Dan, what a great poem – you are a true philosopher
I write therefore Iambic!
heh-heh – that’s a goodie!
Not entirely mine, but I have assimilated it as such and am happy to get to fire it off as my own personal wit!
Ah, she says, nodding sagely, they do say the old ones are the best
Nada nuevo bajo el sol!
Too true blue
Great poems! I especially liked this one.
Thanks so much and Welcome!
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Glad you did. Welcome! ~Regards, Dan
Between the lines were written ‘me’ upon these sheets to sail – rhyme to read and losses to avail – a chapter more or less than ever thought there’d be – an ending I remember shall be the death of me. ~ Love it, Dan ~ and love how reading it could inspire this response. Truly, thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Isn’t this grand? A little community of Inklings and the like right here on the WWW? Lovin’ it! Glad to inspire my friend. ~D