The Ink That We Write With


The heart and emotions write the lines to this page
The tears and the laughter,
The anger... The rage.

The high points
The low points
The ups and the downs.

The fair and the unfair
The smiles
The frowns.

The new job
The layoff
Your sweetheart or wife
It's the ink that we write with,
And its color is life.

It's not stored in a bottle, a barrel, or bowl
It's stored in a chamber, deep in your soul
It's refilled with heartache,and the birth of a son
A walk on the beach
The death of a loved one

It's worth is immeasurable
It's more precious than gold
And this page is the place that it's story is told.

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