God created us like a blank paper
More white than milk
More pure than rain
He let others walk into our life
Take that pen by the side
And let them make their mark
Some write, some just glance around,
Some erase what they wrote,
Leaving us never the same.
Some marks run deep,
Some on the surface
Some start new
Some complete the marks
And we change therefore
And change continues every day!
Deepa Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blank-paper/
