My diary
Full of ditto pages
Stares at me
Months and years
Hiding weeks
And days in between
Looking just
Monotonous.
No more monotony
I resolved
And changed color of ink
From page to page
It feels better now
I keep looking eagerly
For that day
When something exciting
Will happen
And then
I'll record it clearly
And neatly
For all posterity.
when i was reading this poem, i thought to share my poem on diary with you as a reference sharing, i saw the poet's notes later...thank you so much for this acknowledgement...i'm honored!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glancing through the pages of a diary is such a delightful experience! It is a memoir, we bequeath to the posterity! !