It sits on a shelf
But not by itself
It might collect dust
But never does rust
Yellow are its pages
Passed down through the ages
Its cover is torn
Its back bent and worn
How long must it sit?
When last a lamp lit?
How long must it wait?
Must this be its fate?
An old book is wise
Its pages a prize
Its knowledge untold
From memories of old
So walk to the shelf
Be good to yourself
And grab from its nook
An old dusty book
S.W. Biddulph, 2012
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A lovely poem Scott which captures the smell and look of an old neglected book. I must admit I prefer my books to be in pristine condition!
Thank you. I actually wrote that for a college friend of mine five or six years ago, in about 20 minutes time, and people still seem to love it, LOL
You are obviously a fast talented writer to get something of that quality together so quick. I wish I could do that!
I think that was blind luck, lol
🙂