Our life is like, an empty book Each year, we print a page The story, of our life we write With each year, that we age Some books are short, others long All based on what we’ve done Every journey made, and challenge faced Each ordeal, we’ve lost or won The good we do, or love we share Is set in bright, bold print Each wrong we’ve done, or didn’t care Is veiled, in light, grey tint Then when complete, each page is bound With a cover, that won’t bend The front engraved, with our NAME The back inscribed, THE END OR Then when complete, each page is bound With a cover and its twinning The front engraved, with our NAME The back inscribed, BEGINNING WIZDUMBs BY JA 338