Dear Diary,
I am sorry you lost your voice,
Sooner than you knew
They switched from mingling with you
To clinging in screens.
You were a profound era
You were distinctive,
You were owned,
You smelled like home,
You looked like soul,
You were forever.
Unlike today
When words have replaced the ink
When fonts have replaced the script
When tech has replaced memoirs
You emerged as the souvenir of the eternal 90s.
Here and there a faded space
Told us it were tears
Of joy or of remorse
It's between you and your heirs.
Dear Diary,
I am sorry,
You lost your days,
Despite being a loyalist
Heartbroken, this is your fate
But there is still hope dear heart,
For the writers and the poets
And for the literature enthusiasts,
They shall hold you close
And paint you along their ink
Give you a voice to speak
And to revive and rethink.
Dear Diary,
You were precious
You'll be sorely missed
For the kids would never know,
The camaraderie of a pen, a heart, a journal and the daily grind.