Chapter 46

Today I turned a page
And a new chapter leapt
From the unread, to read;
Forty five lost, not kept.

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I turned another page
But I cannot turn back
No hope to again read
Those pages written black.

Each page of my ___ script
Is read but once, not twice.
Each act of my ___ play
is played out only one night.

As I turn each page
It crumbles in my hand,
Slipping through my fingers
Like tiny grains of sand.

Yet read on shall I, for
The end is still untold.
Climax not summited
My story, it will unfold.

Today I turned a page
And tomorrow, again.
No, the author’s not done
And yes, I hold the pen.

— Eric Winger

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About Eric Winger

Our perception of time is key to how we use our time. The most fundamental way to change that perception is to give our time. This opens us up to new opportunities and ideas from which we can build to really make a difference. ... Yes, we *do* have time to make a difference!
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6 Responses to Chapter 46

  1. That sounds like HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Eric! Lovely poem.

  2. gingerkillion says:

    I can hear you speaking the words aloud! A message of to be read and reread to absorb full impact.

  3. Don’t stop writing, Eric. I love your talent. All the best. ~Paul

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