This dusty volume sits on a shelf
ignored and so alone
praying for the day to come
for someone to open it up
to flip the cover
read the print
bold as brass across the page
leaf through the words
and find meaning there
that no one has yet to know
then smile at the thought
that the words are just for them
And finally to take it home
to read over and over
till the spine has broken
and the pages are worn
so that the ever constant words
can no longer be read
but are always there
in their loving memory
never to be forgotten
or left unappreciated again
But even wishing these things
This dusty volume still sits untouched
wishing to be so no longer
Hoping it does not wait in vain.
Author notes
It's not good yet, but I'm working on it.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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awww
this is so cool!!!
i love it.
forgotten books make me sad, sometimes. all that print, those words, the prose, forgotten and rejected!
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