If Life Was A Book

A poem I wrote a few years back about enjoying life was it comes.

If Life Was A Book

If life moved along


Like the turning of a page


I would flip back the chapters


That were old, yellowed and aged


I would bend back the corners


Of the best times of my life


And pass through quickly


The ones filled with strife


I would place a book marker


On the times I spent with you


But as sad as it is


Those pages are too few


I would read from cover to cover


Take notes along the way


Of things I would do differently


If I had another day


I would cherish every character


No matter how small were their parts


And take pictures from my mind


And decorate it like art


I would dust off the cover


And place it on a shelve


So I could be reminded daily


Of life’s incredible wealth