Hey, did I mention?
I picked up a book.
A library opened up nearby-
I went to have a look.

Each time I rush home though
hugging a new book to my heart,
A hobby tried, a life shared-
what an ensconcing work of art!

I see classics, comics,
prose, poetry and advice.
A thousand people, past and present,
I have a window into their lives.

I grab books off the shelves,
giddily choosing some new friends.
Knowledge, laughter, company, and wonder-
a good book’s curse is only that it ends.

At the counter I always waver
as I am forced to pick the best.
How would I judge books-
pick one and leave the rest?

I make the choice and trust
my time and my choices ahead.
There’s more lives to be gazed at,
and many words I haven’t yet read.