Kept a diary since he was four
Always thinking there would be more
More to life every year
But he was wrong as you read here
Greedy yes, but each child is
A way to survive what isn’t his
The diary tells of dreams to fill
Reality found was his ill
A diary speaks the hidden thoughts
Honesty; not what was taught
Read and savor every truth
Spoken freely in his youth.
The Bag Lady 