All we are gauranteed in life
Is that with which we are born
And that's all we ever need

An empty page
On which we write our lives

We have nothing but to gain
Though all that we've
Found shall not remain

All we feel we've lost
Was never ours to lose

Only a passing moment
Just ink on the page
Of our life as it's written

Be grateful to the ones
Who grace our empty pages
With the perennial ink of their soul
And stain the book of our life
With whatever gifts they bring