Handles all the muddles and worry

D' rough book bears d' entire load,

likely liabilities of all other subjects

ought to have the worst condition,

never surmise alarmingly to object

 

Fair books found too neat and tidy

deftly maintained, well decorated

enjoy their individual convenience,

rough book's existence not admitted

 

Often kept on d' face to go to sleep,

owner snores loud, its pages flutter

shearing pain felt as if getting torn,

but not a single word it tries to utter

 

Heart shapes drawn on my pages,

1st letters of names tagged together

detached those from me, tied to the

hydrogen balloons to float in the air

 

Wildflowers and withered leaves

again traced if love gets shattered

feel d' metamorphosis of seasons

Summer ensued, Spring departed

 

Carry several half-resolved sums,

scribbled d' insolvable memories

noted in offbeat handwriting and

code words, only he could read

 

Berries kept and ate with rock salt,

in torn pages rolled out to packets

crinkled to paper stones to hit and

to make paper boats and rockets

 

We never recognize d' company of

one alike rough book in our family

who can clear every single obstacle,

handles all the muddles and worry