An Old Journal

Let me capture

The time

For it might not return

When years will pass by

and we will not be nearby

When you ll be tired of tides

low and high

Someday while emptying the boxes

you ll come across 

An Old Journal

Scribbled with words of mine

and sketches of our life

For pages will turn Brown 

but we will be there

Brisk and Alive

Let me capture

The time

For it might not return

Someday when you ll be gloomy and sad

While wandering in  hallway

your eyes will fall on 

An Old Journal

Saying "happy old times"

To bring 

you buckets of laughter

and hundreds of smile

Let me capture

The time

For it might not return

Someday when you ll be out of your mind

And will forget my name

You ll bump into 

An yellow Old Journal

written under my name

To bring back your lost friend ..