An Old Man's Diary

After a hard days work
He sat on his old chair,
And opened his precious diary
He had kept for years with care.

He remembered those days
Old memories filled his mind.
He wondered why in today's world,
Peace is so hard to find.

He remembered his school.
He remembered his childhood days.
He remembered his friends.
And a long forgotten face.

He regretted having lost those days.
More precious than gold.
He sat back at his chair,
And realised he had grown old.