The heart and emotions write the lines to this page.
The tears and the laughter,
The anger… The rage.

The high points,
The low points,
The ups and the downs.

The fair and the unfair,
The smiles..
The frowns

The new job..
The layoff..
Your sweetheart or wife;
It’s the ink that we write with,
And its color is life…

It’s not stored in a bottle..a barral, or bowl
It’s stored in a chamber, deep in your soul…
It’s refilled with heartache,and the birth of your son,
A walk on the beach,
The death of a loved one,

It’s worth is immeasurable,
It’s more precious than gold,
And this page is the place that it’s story is told..