Pages of My Life

My life is an unfinished book

I blow in the wind unstable 

I have tear stains on the pages 

Some of my edges are ripped and torn

My end is yet to be written 

Some of the words are smudged 

The lines uneven

Some words are gone and have been changed 

And when I die the final draft will be done 

I am my own story come on and read along. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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