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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