Some Day I Shall Write a Book

Some day I shall write a book
On the various stages of life
No, I rather not ‘cause
I haven’t lived all of them

Some day I shall write a book
On the suffering of the people
No, I think I can’t ‘cause
It was they who suffered and not me

Some day I shall write a book
On the gift of teacher
Well, but it is particularly impossible
They are too great to be defined

Some day I shall write a book
On the need of a friend
But as I realize, the need is
Too vast and immense to fit in a book

Some day I shall write a book
On the feeling of love
But I discover that it
Is too divine a feeling to describe in words

But yes,

Some day I shall write a book
About how much they mean to me
My parents, brother, teacher, friends
But then all I would write

I LOVE THEM
I RESPECT THEM
I TREASURE THEM