Ode to My Thesaurus

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ O precious codex, how lovely thou art to me. How do I pay homage to thee? Flipping through your pages is an art, you see. Sailing across oceans of clarity, together we're meant to be. You’re a beacon, a reminder, of what I already know Throughout my college years, I carried you in tow. Finding the right words you showed me, making my writing flow. Even now you help me with my creative mojo. We’re celebrating our 54th anniversary. Know I consider you more than just a piece of property. With you I’ve learned the art of verbal diversity. It’s you I consult when I edit and perform wordectomy. A digital version there is of you, be forewarned. You need not be so forlorn. I prefer your pages, dusty, stained, tattered, and torn. When it’s nuances I need, you outperform. It’s hard to keep up with my writing pace. You don’t complain, donning my writing days with wonder and grace. I keep you close at hand in my writing space. Know beyond a shadow of a doubt, you I'll never replace. Here’s to you, my precious tome!