Your story is composed step by step.
It is composed with things that you do and say.
Every day you begin with a page that is clear.
The vacancy fills for the duration of the day.
By sunset your page is finished, and it turns
to a clear one again simply sitting tight for words.
These pages you fill, and the sections pass by
with recollections of good circumstances and motivations to cry.
A few sections you wish you could tear up and shred.
A few things you lament you have said.
There are sections of superb circumstances that you knew,
things to adulate God for, the endowments that developed.
All of a sudden without see, these pages are none.
Not by your decision, since His will be finished.
At that point you will take this book up to the sky,
to hand over to God of your life that passed by.
This book ought to be uncommon; it's about you.
It is composed by all that you say and you do.
