Another Blank Page

Life is like a blank page,
Waiting to be filled.
Filled with the joys of life,
Joys that can never be killed.

The page is no longer blank,
Filled with childhood memories.
Now we start another page,
Filled with math problems and chemistry.

Now we turn yet another page,
Just as empty as the last.
Here we start a new stage,
As we try not to forget the past.

I can't believe how long it's been,
More than a hundred pages passed.
Now I start another page,
This will be my very last.

I don't know if you'll get this poem. The first verse, a kid, the second, a teen, the third, an adult, the fourth, an elderly person. It's the stages of life. It's the best I could do. only sum1 really special would get at first read. lol
© Taylor Jones 2005