Pages
(S1) Your story is written day by day.
It is written with things that you do and say.
(S2) Daily you start with a page that is blank.
The emptiness fills throughout the day.
(S3) By nightfall your page is complete, and it turns
to a blank one again, just waiting for words.
(S4) These pages you fill, and the chapters go by
with memories of good times and reasons to cry.
(S5) Some chapters you wish you could rip up and shred.
Some things you regret to have said.
(S6) There are chapters of wonderful times that you knew,
things to be proud of, the blessings that grew.
(S7) This book should be special; it's all about you.
It is written by all that you say and you do.
What is the most likely reason the poet compares life to a book being written?