The Book of Life
Life is a book with a hardcover…
Life is a book with a hardcover
We care for the cover
And tear it apart from the pages
When we are born
We forget the creator
When we grow
We forget childhood
When we marry
We forget parents
When we have children
We forget siblings
When we become rich
We forget poor
When we become old
We remember
Everything we had forgotten
We try to gather memories
But even memory fails us
Body fails us
Only sad emotions remain
And a hope to do better next time
But life is unforgiving; There are no second chances
The multiplication of relationships emotions and experiences are all left behind
What belongs to you?
Someone else gave birth
Someone else gave the name
Someone else gave education
Someone else gave a job
Someone else gave respect
Someone else gave the first and the last bath
Someone else will take you to the grave
Someone else will take your wealth after death
What I don’t understand is
Why are people so full of themselves
When nothing belongs to you
The book of life is a miracle. Do not ignore it. Life is a gift. Enjoy every page of life. So that people remember your book when you are gone. In the end, only the book remains.
