This book I made to friends and poets has been a joy to me, It's taken me back to a time when I was young and free.
If I knew then what I know now of the sliding doors of fate but we all know that hindsight always turns up late.
I feel that times escaping, it's running away from me the future fades into the past on that we all agree.
I want to live a long life but never to grow old or fumble around inside my head for stories to be told.
The way an oyster wraps up a small grain of sand and coats it with nacre to produce something grand.
This book I wrapped in leather it had me in a whirl I like to think it's also some type of a pearl..............
