My life is truly an open book;
yet, who but I will take a look?
All the torn and tattered pages look the same;
some filled with joy; some filled with pain.
Many questions, I have learned to store;
and very soon, I will gather more.
How can you be happy when you lose a friend?
How can you disagree and still say ‘Amen’?
Often, I have no clue of what to say;
Who will listen anyway?
Who would dare spend the time
reading about this life of mine?
Who but me will take a look
as I live my life as an open book?
©2021 Laura M Benson