Tell me your poem
And I’ll tell you mine.
Everyone has a poem
That unfolds hour by hour and line by line.
Some parts of the poem might be straightforward
And some of it might be complex.
It might be clear where the poem’s going
Or hard to know what might come next.
Our lives are our poems,
They unfold over time.
With new stanzas each day,
And with our own rhythm and rhyme.