The Blank Page

I sit here starin' at the blank page that has opened in y life,
Fresh is the sense of "beginning"as I begin to write
Pages of my life have now been turned
Till this one a lot I have learned...

Words cant always describe a lifetime...in a way
It almost seems there is nothing much 2 say
Sometimes I ponder on the fact
That nothing does remain truly intact

I say If priceless friendships are all that remain
Then one has nothing else left to gain...
In principle from this life I have learned..
It is only for love that we all yearn