When we're born we all start with a blank slate,
a canvas if you will to draw on as we create.
Life is our canvas and we are the artist,
slowly creating a picture hoping to make it the largest.
But life doesn't always go the way we want, the ups and downs always giving us a taunt.
Our blank slate isn't ours to fill alone,
people come and go making us laugh, cry and moan.
Some people come and stay forever, giving us memories to paint and remember.
At the end of our life, when we're old and frail, we look at our full slate and remember the tale.
©huntress
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