When we are born, our book of life is empty. Over time our pages fill up with our life stories. Once the ink dries, we cannot erase what is written, but we can think and plan to some degree what we wish to write on future pages. I wrote this poem years ago, back when I first started writing poetry.
I chose this Feature Image as it shows a compass to give direction in life, a camera to see and record life, photographs to review life and glasses to see life in clarity. Beverley Joy
We are born as a new journal with empty pages
Ready for life to be written upon
Whether these scripts are good or bad
They form the script by which we live.
The first inscription on our page
Is what our parents teach us
As we grow teachers, friends, relatives
Add their script to our life’s page.
As young adults, we start to question
The script that has been written
And a desire to change it a bit or a lot
This desire is natural and most times it’s good.
Our circumstances socially
Financially and emotionally
Are different to when our parents were young.
We must accept they did their best
At raising us as they did
With the knowledge, they had at the time.
Some moral and ethical beliefs
Need not change over time
But some adaptations will be made
With each new generation.
Every day we unconsciously
Act upon small habits
The way we walk, talk and eat
The way we stand, sit and think.
Our life history to some degree
Is adopted, learned behaviour
So they can also be unlearned
Or improved to make our lives better.
Beverley Joy © 2010