Koob

Like is a book written in reverse.
You start at the end, and end in a hearse.
Joy filled opening then sad empty and closed,
The author, so very unexposed.
Could it be?
That the author is not like you or me?
That time is not a straight arrow,
Traveling a path so narrow.
But time can bend and twist and turn.
And the author will still yearn
For an ending that will be happily ever after,
And the sadness, replaced with laughter.