The book of records
Is the book they seek
That would be helpful for you and me.
At first I didn’t care or understand at all
But as the time ticks tocks, every minute of a day
It came to ring the bell of what they have to say.
Each pages of the book
Holds the memory of mine
It’s like holding the lost treasure that was left behind
Looking at the mirror
I see a wrinkle in thy face
Realizing time has passed in haste.
My memory loses as the clock moves
But thankful I am of what I’ve done
For I have this book that holds of who I am
Aiding me to recall the youthful days that I spent.
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