#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way
And every now and then
I sit down in a chair
Close my eyes, open the book
And read all the stories I stored in there.
There are days I smiled
Happy for all I got
And then the days I cried
Over everything I was not.
The days I spent with family
Thankful for being together
And the days I hated the world
And waited for life to get better.
All those moments, captured within
I keep it out in front of the world to see
These were the moments that have made me what I am.
These tears and laughter make me 'me'.

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