Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
Hope not..anyway..couldn't live without them
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
Dorothy L. Sayers (1893 - 1957)
Well,there are a many stages in my bookcase..
What did those many books teach me...am I older and wiser..
The books told me a story about life,and I know now, that I know notting...
And that this "development" only stops when I stop...and my book of life ends.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
And a wonderful book it has been,hope to write some more..
Enjoy your book of life writing..you can do it only once..with a little trust and a lot of love you will be fine...