Scrapbook

Leafing through the pages of the story of my life
Staring at paper yellowed with age and abuse
Pictures blurred and words scribbled through
I wonder what happened to half my life
Some of the pages were torn out
Where could they have gone
To the trash or maybe the fire
Away with my thoughts and dreams
Bruises and cuts burned away to nothingness

Life is nothing but a scrapbook
Filled with photos and entries of my life
Beaten and battered from negligent use
Parchment falling out to be stepped on

Blood still stains several pages
White-Out when I was nine
Highlighters when I was fifteen
Sharpee when I was eighteen
Now there is writing in pencil
Does that mean my life will change?
Where is the eraser?
Let’s rub away this memory
Why can’t we all just forget

Life is nothing but a scrapbook
Strands of hair and a picture of my first love
The cover is starting to bend
And the spine seems to be cracking

I could burn the entire thing
Forget it all and start anew
But where would that get me?
More mistakes than I could ever imagine
"Happiness is just around the corner!
"Your lucky numbers: 4, 9, 23, 26, 44"
Maybe I’ll tape this to the corner
To remind me on another day
To remember later

Life is nothing but a scrapbook
Filled with photos and entries of my life
With a little glue and tape it could be fixed
But I think ragged suits me fine for now

Life is nothing but a scrapbook

Read me

Please don’t forget me