The Penned Yellow Paper

The Penned Yellow Paper

I stumble upon a serendipitous find
Nostalgia grows, of times left behind
My confidante once, my old diary
Hard bound cover and red ribbon lined

Snippets of my life its pages carry
Stories of growing up sad or merry
Promises galore, yet to fulfill
Buried in the corners of memory

The scent of pressed roses lingers still
Like a raindrop bursting at sweet will
The faded pink petals now stain my past
Memories of youth give me a thrill

I check the date stamp on my entry last
Noticing a torn page, my tears flow fast
The paper has turned yellow with time
My penned memoirs, it holds steadfast.

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