PAGES


Flipping! Flapping! Faster in forces;
Today turned yesterday and yesterday yachting yonder;
As we go through the days, we flap the pages of life's book;
Walking, working and writing as the pages get filled;
As these pages run to an end, we walk and wrestle to our graves.

Tales untold trending and taunting every moment;
And a pen pens down our reaction to every action;
Each page is a continuation and beginning of the past and future respectively;
Our books are numbered numerically as our to-use ages;
As the pages run to an end, we walk and wrestle to our graves;

theBARDboy
Jahismine

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