The Book of Me

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I am built of chapters
Bound by thread of time
Who doesn’t know the end,
Doesn’t remember the beginning,
And stands stubbornly
At the edge of a single page.
I vaguely remember
The last sentence,
But I can tell you about
Past chapters in detail.
Is it drawing to a close?
Who, but Heaven, knows?
I stand stubbornly
At the edge of a single page.