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

Each page defines my soul.

But going through some page ,
My eyes feels heavy..

While reading some pages ,
It makes me happy....

From that book,
Many of my wishes have been fulfilled,
Many of them are still to be complete...

© Ss