Our actions and words as our pen,
Everyone writes upon the pages, women and men.
We write today and we write tomorrow,
Telling of happpinesss and sorrow.
You write to the right, never the left.
Never erase, only left to learn and regret.
Across the page,
How many more we can not gage.
A page a day, a chapter a week.
We look for answers we can not seek.
A book a year, and one after another we go,
About what is within and what we show.
You learn from us and we learn from you,
Throughout our lives we learn many things that are new.
Past yesterday and before tomorrow,
We must make the most, for time we can not borrow.
One day we will not write anymore,
Leaving our volumes for those who lay before.
They will be able to see,
Who we come and came to be.
- Loma (that's not my real name, it's the name I use for my poems)