Dear Bobby,
I have been reading a lot. I hope you don't miss me too much. I wanted you to to know this poem by heart like I do. It is called Life Meaning.
There is a pencil, a sheet and an eraser,
The pencil to draw, to sing, to dance, to write,
The sheet to observe and watch you grow more and more,
But the eraser,
What is that for?
It is there, to erase your mistakes, to take the pain of your drawing away,
To take the sad face off you person, to take a wrong and turn it right,
To take the wrong steps and fix them, to take a spelling mistake away.
Sorry to disappoint you, but that is not life,
You use a pen for life.
The pen cannot be erased, so instead, just look at the mistakes and try to improve,
From a sad face to a funny one, from a wrong note to a higher one,
From a wrong step a new dance, from a spelling mistake to a new meaning,
That is life.
There is a pen, a sheet, and no eraser.
I hope you like and learn from the poem as much as I did.
Love to you always!
Alice
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