#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Every pain, every joy
Every person that made my day...
Even when life beat me down,
I had my old book right by my side
To remind me anytime I forgot the joys of the past.
Painful memories we made from the past are what makes us wise as we are today...
Or what joy is life if there is no pain whatsoever....

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