Saturday, October 27, 2007

YOUR BOOK

I'm so glad you're writing your book.

No, you squeak, No way!
I have nothing but blank paper and empty notebooks.
I wouldn't know how to begin.

I'm so glad you're writing your book.

Oh, not me. I have no notes,
No outline, no quaint anecdotes.
I don't have anything of interest to say.

I'm so glad you're writing your book.

You are, you know, by every word you say
and everywhere you go, the lives you touch,
And the dreams you dream.

I'm so glad you're writing your book.

I've read some of its chapters
As you've shared your life with me.
I'm so glad you're writing your book.

I'm so glad you're writing your book.