Eternal Journal
Ev’ryone lies to their diary,
We write it with one eye on who will consume it –
Intruders, historians, even our future selves –
Taking the time to polish and to groom it.
We wish it be penned by the person we wish to be,
Entries intended to shine and outlive us –
For who can admit to their ev’ry dark thought ?,
So instead make it safe for our kids to forgive us.
Ev’ryone lies to their diary,
Pretending there’s nothing made-up or excluded –
And maybe we don’t see the spin that we’re adding,
Or the innermost thoughts that have somehow intruded.
For we are the hero of internal monologue,
Archived today as the first-draft of memories –
Write down the best bits, erase all the errors –
We’re rationed for pages, so we only cherish these.
Rhyming Couplets 