The Diary

I have a diary.
It isn’t much, it has no fancy cover,
Just some bright birds with their big wide eyes
Glittery wings by their sides.

The pages are browning ever so slightly,
My heart beats faster when I turn each page.
Their crisp sound echoes as loud ever,
The way they do it seems so clever.

It was intended for the kids of the future,
When empathy is no more.
For my future kids and their kids
When technology rules the world.

Knowing the generations now,
We don’t take pride in what we’ve got
But maybe when I pass
People would remember my diary,
Turning back the hourglass.