Dear Diary of the 90's

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.