WIREBOUND NOTEBOOK

WIRE-BOUND NOTEBOOK

I turn the pages of this book
Now yellowed, stained and old
The words written over years
Where my life in rhyme is told.

Just an old wire-bound notebook
Where I scribbled in the lines
Of different things that happened
In both sad and cheerful times.

If words were a dime a dozen,
As so often I’ve been told
I’d read it once again tonight,
To me its worth more than gold.
©11/4/03
Monty