Book Ever-Opened
Deployed upon my desk
It's finite with infinite reach
Close, yes, not closed
That knowledge it bears to teach
Instead that I might learn, even now,
Old man that I am
Never stray far from me, wisdom
Avidly I search it's pages, for,
Revealed within pages frail,
Yearning, every entry, each to tell its tale.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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