My Diary Poem by John Carter Brown

Every morning's a new day, the old one has past
I write in my diary about the day last
I figure I'm lucky, my girl is still here
and I'm holding fast.

It's been a long journey, and still going strong
some things we did right, and some of them wrong
I still figure I'm lucky, and everything's clear,
it's where I belong.

My diary remembers the things that I've done
the tears in the darkness, the laughter, the fun
I still figure I'm lucky, my girl is still here
as bright as the sun.

Now my diary's near empty, few entries I make just a few scribblings for old-time's sake
I still figure I'm lucky my darling's still here
more memories to make.

(Written Dec 2021)