My Old Diary Poem by Phil Soar

I once kept a diary and detailed each day
But it all got so tedious, I threw it away
And if someone should find it and read all my news
I'm sure they would end up all lost and confused

I would fill up the pages with dross and some wit
Write down my intentions whilst having a shit
Now that's all done on facebook by people who share
Why they feel that we're interested or that we care

I used my old diary to record my life
Keep all my secrets away from the wife
And then I thought 'Bollocks', who could care less
If I walk round the bedroom in her wedding dress

So if you should find an old diary of mine
Just burn it for me, because that would be kind
I don't want the people I wrote about there
To repeat what I've written, or think that I care