The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every memory written there,
Every song, every word,
Oh please, help me Lord.
These images of the past,
All the time I see them,
Hurts me when they last,
But like an undervalued gem,
We fail to see the lessons,
We fall, we break,
The more life Karma takes.
If we only remembered,
Learned and moved on,
Only then comes a new chapter,
Bright and beautiful as the dawn.




© Blossom .I. Briggs