Missing lines

 Leafed through life, missing quite a few lines

when realized the pages didn't turn left.
Tried to, from vague memory guess what the lines could be.
Then realization struck, that a major part of life had passed without a sense of time or feel.
The pages that are left, one or a hundred be,
shall read word by word, line by line, till the last word that might be mine.
A piece of wisdom, to my friends young and old, savour life be it a grain or a handful, with a heart filled with humility and gratefulness. A prayer on one's lips, to live a life useful to self and all they come in contact.
Love the world as you would yourself, face your fears with childish curiosity facing them till they melt like snow under your scrutiny.
Take your need to be in control and let go let trust in your nature and that of others take its place.