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

In faded ink, the chapters unfold,
A story of a life full of tales untold,
Each page a snapshot, a moment in time,
Etched in my heart, a treasure so fine.

From tender love to bitter loss,
An ode to the experiences that I toss,
A canvas of memories, like petals in a gloss,
Each chapter a testament, never to be at a loss.

The smiles, like sunbeams, warm my soul,
The tears, like raindrops, make me whole,
Every person, a part of me, a vital role,
Their presence etched in the fabric of my scroll.

Written in ink, tales unfold,
Whispers of moments, both new and old,
A window to the past, a glimpse into worlds untold,
Where the power of storytelling takes hold.

Through the pages, I traverse the years,
Revisiting moments, both laughter and tears,
Each memory, a testament to conquer fears,
A symphony of life, composed of hopes and cheers.

From the moments of joy and glee,
To the trials that tested me,
Each chapter filled with lessons learned,
And bridges crossed, and bridges burned.

For every sorrow, a lesson I've learned,
A strength...