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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