#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

The words of my old book,
Get hold of my thoughts of yore,
Every great, every sweet
And those that broke my heart.

The price of my old book,
Quotes my worth since day one,
Every low, every high,
Everyone quotes my different price.

The old book of my life,
one really treasured to heart,
through thick, through thin,
I'll die with it's secrets

© antonio sydney