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

The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
A time capsule of laughter and strife,
A record of a well-lived life.
Each faded line, a story untold,
A cherished past, forever bold.

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