This Old Man Is My Adventure-Writer (Journal)

He is sitting quietly in the soft chair
Fond memories in his head
Thinking of the days
He was young
Unexperienced

He re-reads himself
Looking at the pictures
Remembering
He was just bought off the shelf
Waiting to be written inside

When he is forgotten
In his retirement home
He is old and falling apart
Until he ceases to function

He is put away in a drawer
His pages fall out
His writing fades and so does he
But he is still re-read
Even after his golden age