My Diary

Through thick and thin
Your page has been
A place to put hearts yearning

Grown up with me
So you can see
How slow I am at learning

How to spell
Grammar as well
And yet you’re ever earning

My gratitude
Or attitude
But never pages burning

Sweet cover battered
Pages tattered
Yet still they take my turning

Through thick and thin
Your page has been
A place for which I'm yearning