Each morning we awake <br />to greet a brand new day. <br />Each night we go to bed <br />and the day just fades away. <br />Everyday in our lives <br />is like an unturned page <br />and we are merely puppets <br />on its enormous stage. <br />We are guided along paths, <br />shown the right way to go <br />as the unturned page get written on <br />from dawn t dusk <br />by someone’s guiding hand. <br />When they’ve finished writing, <br />we go to bed at night <br />and sleep until the morning light. <br />Then a new unturned page appears <br />waiting for us to travel on. <br /> <br />1 June 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unturned-page/
