I remember going to the next door store;
I remember a shelf of books
I opened one to see what was written within,
To see the dry ink an author carved onto its pages
But, the book was empty and imprisoned with straight black lines
I flipped through some other books, but there was nothing too...
And so, I bought two with no idea how to free them
But, I knew that I would use them some day
A year passed and I remembered the two books I bought
I opened one and began my journey with it
I was eleven when my pen's tip laid its secrets onto that imprisoned book
I kept writing till one day, a new technology arrived
As the book lat in the dark for a while,
I didn't forget about it, for I introduced it to the new techno.
Day by day, I wrote some more
Day by day, topics changed; to learn more
Now, the once imprisoned book lay carved with so many words
Now, the once 'so' empty and lonely book lay to end...
I remember buying it as a 'Nemo'
And now it's grown to be a 'Journal of New;'
A 'Journal of Poems and Notes; of Quotes and Lessons'
Yes, it is no longer empty, for it is a book of 'me'....
My pen's tip shall no longer meet your pages, but
My hand shall flip through your pages as my eyes read the tales
Once upon a time, there were empty books
"I bought two with no idea how to free them"
One lay in my hands, while the other lay in my sister's hands
And now, I bid my book, my 'Little Nemo'
Goodbye, from my pen's tip, for it shall no longer carve your pages with secrets,
yet you hold my kids; my dried ink
'Little Nemo' you carry words from 'me'
And I ask you to treasure them for they are precious to me...
Never let go, for I shall flip through your pages a lot more...
You are a book with and author; 'me'
Farewell my 'Little Nemo'