The Book of My Life
A Small Poem of My Mind's Workings at 3 AM
All of these days of mine
They each feel like a year
And tonight, as I sip on my wine
I begin to realize things that I should have known before
I’m so mature for my age
Only 21, such a tender time
And yet I only make minimum wage
At a job I resent with all my being
I’ve come to understand that my life has been one hell of a rollercoaster
That my life is one huge book that has barely been composed
A major drama movie that doesn’t even have a poster
However, despite all of this… my story has just begun
Though the chapters are thickly written
I still have so much left to experience
For my own life I should be smitten
So now I will begin to appreciate each rising sun
With a new appreciation
And sense of responsibility
And rekindled disposition
I will continue to discover what is left for my book of my life
About the Creator
Savana Verret
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