#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
As the time passes
my book getting older and it's pages are faded
slowly slowly,
Some page with good handwriting to make me happy when I read it again,
And some with bad handwriting to make me sad are still there,
And some are there to tease my,
Now people also start faded from the book,
There is no way now to save that pages of
'My Book of Memory'

© Priyansha Srivastava