04-16-2023, 11:44 PM
Once upon a poem
I condemned my love of books.
Without them what would I be?
Not much more than a beast.
In truth they are a divine treasure,
holy relics of discovered worlds,
leaden type that my alchemical brain
transformed to gold and made imperishable.
I hope to pass them on some day
and though I’ll be sorry to see them go,
I know their power will live on
in this life or another.
I condemned my love of books.
Without them what would I be?
Not much more than a beast.
In truth they are a divine treasure,
holy relics of discovered worlds,
leaden type that my alchemical brain
transformed to gold and made imperishable.
I hope to pass them on some day
and though I’ll be sorry to see them go,
I know their power will live on
in this life or another.