By: Jeremiah Scott Johnson
Life is a blank sheet of paper
That you fill up with living
That you write on with your words
And shape with the scissors of destiny
That you color with your dreams
And a big box of Crayola crayons
Signed by the people who touch you
Torn by the people who hurt you
Crumpled with wear
Faded with age
Words are scratched out and erased
Written again to no avail
For what you write with your actions
Is in permanent marker
And once a deed is done it is recorded
For all to see
Some papers are ripped in half
By those who die too young
Some papers are rainbow hued
These are the special people in life
Some are written in tiny tiny print
And some just have one big sentence
And some paper stays blank
No one bothers to write on it
And that is perhaps the saddest of all
That when you die
All you have to show for your life:
A blank sheet of paper
