I look at the journal all weathered and worn
I look at the journal some pages intact
While others are torn
I read in the journal some stories happy
While many are forlorn
I read in the journal a trip to the past
Many memories that are sure to last
This blast to the past
Might offer insight to the future as well
For now I wait patiently
because only time will tell
Many journal entries have been the start of poems for me, maybe for you as well.