Unfinished.
A book, I would think, recording my life,
would mostly be pretty white pages.
You might notice a title, a copyright date,
but it's not seen the sun in some ages.
It seems almost mournful, alone on the shelf,
saying "Please put me to good use."
It should be more worried about its own health,
as it's likely to see some abuse.
You could make a case that the book is still good,
unmarked and so undiminished.
But I say it's naught but a waste of fine wood,
worthless because it's
would mostly be pretty white pages.
You might notice a title, a copyright date,
but it's not seen the sun in some ages.
It seems almost mournful, alone on the shelf,
saying "Please put me to good use."
It should be more worried about its own health,
as it's likely to see some abuse.
You could make a case that the book is still good,
unmarked and so undiminished.
But I say it's naught but a waste of fine wood,
worthless because it's