lost words

Leaving home over 2 years ago
I cleared out my all my things
So much stuff resigned to trash
But then I found my writings

Thoughts and deeds held in ink
Rolled up and shoved in to a roll
The paper that was once was white
Now tainted brown and old

I pulled them out quite recently
With a delicate fingers touch
The paper now is brittle
As am I, i've seen so much.

Yet all these words assemble
As words and thought they can
The troubled thought and deed
Of what was a young man.