It’s the life we know
Its the life we feel
A book it is
Giving us the feel that; It will never come to an end
But it is a book we don’t know where or when it will end
It can be the next page or the page after that
We can never look over the next page
Until the page we are on has end
The book may be boring but it may have an interesting end
The pages which past by, will never come again
It is the book which always has a sorrow end . . .