#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
lt was all a lesson needed to shape my today.
l constantly visit the old pile of my written past to clean the gathered dust,
Peruse the old pages with fading ink just to find my smile.
It's all just history of anguish written with a bleeding pen bereft of any emotions to transport me back to an old me's time.
l couldn't stand the spinning cycle so l neglected the merry-go round.
l couldnt stand the grease tarnishing my suit so l neglected the old truck that ruin my manicure for desperate needs for transport.

The pages of...