By Andrew R. Duckworth
Shelves stretching straight for miles
Full of hardback stories
From floor to the ceiling,
All of them concealing
A quite detailed story
A vast human story
A story of a life
A story of a death
A story of a birth
And drawing a last breath.
They’re there for you to read
Should the time come to you
To learn about their deeds
And need to follow through
With plans and promises
Made in their waking days
While they still took in air
And offered words of praise.
Some are thick with old age
And some are very thin,
Some are still in progress,
Still waiting for an end.
So when you look at them
Be sure to see the name
Of each who wrote or writes
While playing in life’s game.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 