The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Every incident I cleared
As stepping stone,
That led my path though jungles,
Bushes,shrubs,or grass,
The oceans,rivers,streams,or rivulets,
Waded though them in so many storms,
There were times,when things went smooth,
Were others...