Farewell My 'Little Nemo'

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' ....Farewell.... 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'