And high upon a shelf I found a box of papers marked "Reflections of Myself." I opened up the cover All yellowed now with age And began a backward travel To the life upon the page. There were words of joy and laughter Of anger, hope and love Of friends and times and places And even God above. I slowly read each story Recollecting every line Of a wonderful life's journey And realized it was mine. The years of pain and heartache The roads that were my youth All written down on paper For me a kind of proof. Some pages of great courage And some intense with fears There were dreams of future happiness And some were filled with tears. The path that I have traveled In my time upon this earth And lived and cried and understood That life's not death, but birth. Each day a new beginning Each page a brand new start And when the day is over It is written on your heart. And someday, someone just may find Way high upon a shelf A box of yellow pages marked "Reflections of Myself." 
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