Don’t throw away my notebook

Don’t throw away my world

I’ve got notes in there that go way back

To the beginning of time

 

I’ve got random bits of notes

And partly finished poems

I’ve got verses and paragraphs

Problems and stratagems

 

I’ve got the phone number of a girl

I met in nineteen seventy nine

And the winning lottery numbers

For quite a period of time

 

There are verses that celebrate

And others that speculate

Narrative and chronicle

Couplets and limericks

 

Things that I’ve forgotten

And things I won’t forget

Things that were important

Memories for a day

 

So don’t throw away my notebook

I’m lost without that world

My whole life with annotations

To the end of my time.