A Book... A Human...
We are like a book with stories untold,
Cover adorned but the truth lies below,
Most glance at the surface, the colours, and the arts
Yet few will discover the depths of the heart.
We are like a book that stories exaggerate,
Cover maybe old, authors are unknown,
But it's the pages within that hold what is pure.
Some read just the intro because they get bored,
But missing the chapters that explains who we are.
We are like a book that stories to tell,
Critics may chatter with opinion so loud,
Judging the story, lose in the crowd,
But they know not the struggles, the triumphs, the pain,
The ink of our journeys, the joy and the strain.
We are like a book that stories forget,
For every life lived is a nature rich,
With twist and with turns, each moment a stitch,
The laughter, the sorrow, the lessons we learn,
Are woven together like pages that turn.
We are like a book and like a reader of the book,
Let us be patient with those who just see,
The cover we wear, the face that we be
For beneath every surface there's more to explore,
A library of souls with tales to adore.
We are like a book and like a keeper of the book,
Lets seek to discover, to read and to know,
The stories of others, the seeds they may sow,
For in understanding we find common ground
In the pages of life, true connection is found,
We read, we tell, we care, and we keep.
Graham Sherwood
Mon 31st Mar 2025 21:38
They often say a man (or woman) is like an open or closed book. The analogy is a sound one!