and i feel fine diary we write it down , what we have done , today immortalised , the trials and fun , at work , at rest , and even at play , a whole life , in words on display , a remembrance of how we lived our life , with a touch of wit sharp as a knife , the weather , other people , all is there , our secrets , hopes , dreams and despair ; year after year we write it down , what made us laugh , and what caused a frown , but reading back to the past just to see , we think : oh my word , was that really me ?