|  Bookends of Life  In life, we have two bookends
A beginning and an end
The things amid have filled the gaps
Whereby, our lives do blend. The volumes which are written
Reveals the light of men
The print upon the pages
Contain the breath within. The chapters stack so neatly
Are bounded at the seams
And filled with aspirations
Our failures and our dreams. The many happy chapters
Hold sorrow in between
The valleys and the mountains
Are parts of life's great scheme. The fiber of our being
Is glue that makes it stick
The text that fills the pages
Are choices we did pick. It takes a set of book ends
To make one's life complete
The content comes together
When both the ends do meet. One day upon completion
Our lives will be made whole
When God reads our memoir
The mirror to our soul. We cannot change the content
Once written, nevermore
It's stored amongst God's archives
Upon that golden shore.  | 
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