Should I ever decide
To sit down and write
What stories would I put
In my book of life

Would I start out the tale
With once upon a time
Make it an easy sell
Before the ink even dries

Could I remember the chapters
And treat them in kind
If I should ever decide
To write a book of my life

If I start at the beginning
With me as a  child
Would it hold tight to the interest
Of those who dare to buy

Would the chapters flow easy
From one to the next
Some being funny
Others filled with suspense

Should I embellish the truth
And try to hide lies
To have people like me
In the book of my life

If they saw me on the street
Would they stop by to ask
For their share of selfies
And my autograph

Would they buy extra copies
To give out as gifts
Would all my old friends
Say I knew him when

Should I ever decide
To take a serious look
At putting my life
Inside of a book