The Book Of Life

A farcical debauchery; A never ending story
Molecules divide and die. St. George's memory lies,
In grave territory where all is silent and still

Mother nature turns the wheels, new days come and go;
While shells come and go with the sea, that washes in so free
The tide is at the centre, it is just like you and me

The globe keeps spinning round, while much is evolving
There is only so far to go until it joins the flow
Sometimes slow too quick, sometimes quick to slow

Variety is the spice of life, but all good work must show
Ending at the centrifuge, the heat, heart the core the life
Where the mysteries of the world are the red and yellow glow

Now step out into afterlife, not proved to be fact nor fiction
An untold story with pages grey, almost as fresh as days gone
'The dust moves on the book of life gives news when opened'

Evolution is the contribution helping fingers turn the pages
As each leaf is turned the bones turn old, wrinkling with age
Eventually moving slow then die, unable to turn the page

Suddenly a soft hand appears, opening up the book
The eyes are transfixed the young heart begins to beat,
While the book of life tells all until, the book itself breaks up.