#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

But the chapters some were astray
For it was through the choice I make
It may seems bad but it was apart of my race
It was rough and tuff but sure was on base

The beginning was nothing but a heavenly grace
When the innocent was a only a face
Then reality hits and I embrace
Those fine...