The Journal of Your Life

The Journal of Your Life

When you are young

Life has no cares.

When you grow old

No minutes to spare.


Memories of running

Laughing and fun

Bring you smiles

As you sit in the sun.


Skin becomes wrinkled

Eyes filled with spark

Wishing for youth

To return to your heart.


It’s very important

To journal your life

As you grow weary

Take nothing in strife.


For  one day will come

And you’ll see his light

You’ll carry all those memories

So wonderful and bright.

Written by, Terry Shepherd


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