Enchanted memories on yellowed pages
Invisible hands telling tales of gone by ages
As the ink spills on paper
Loneliness chokes the worn out words
Random emotions strung into sentences
Or are they glimpses into a life unfulfilled
You may never know
You are not meant to
Yet the pages sparkle like gold
As echoes of laughter delight your senses
For joy was to be discovered everywhere
A wondrous capacity so rare
Look at that full stop and that comma
They are symbols of thought and achievement
For when a tale ends
That’s where a life commences