the story of your life

you write the history
of your life.

you sit down with your golden
pen

and go at it
on a clean sheet of paper.

you amend.
you edit.

you revisit history
and remember falsely.

but you do the best you can.
your hand

cramps from writing.
there seems to be no end
to it.

although there is.
one day

there will be no more days.
no more
ink

to spill.
no sorrow or joy,

no lost or found love to
write about.

you will have written the
story of your life.

for better, for worse,
but it will be done,

then you can rest
and go on your way.