Life is like a book, when in youth your  life is a picture book waiting to be looked at. Then it is a chapter book waiting to be read and the book grows as you travel through life. The books are guides for people to see who you are and all the ecperinces will lead you to the novel of life. Your novel, and the delicate quill will only stop writing when the end has come and gone. So like the last summer rose bloom, and the on coming winter.