My Old JournalMature

I continued to sort through the box, and found a familiar book
I pulled it out and brought it up to eye level for a closer look
I opened the book and gasped at the name on the inside flap
My childish scrawl hit me like a slap
I wrote to daddy through those pages
Day by day, through all of my life's stages
I flipped through the book and read my own hand
From birthdays through sports, and even when I made my own band
I turned to the last page and read 
The latest chapter of my life, and here's what it said.

The End

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