Ragged and Raw

She holds the yellowed book for a long time Bound first in cloth, then leather, at last again soft She notices the gilt has gone It holds a story ragged and raw Bound first in cloth, then leather, now again soft Like a weary old heart, nearing the end It holds a story ragged and raw She presses it to one wrinkled ear and the sound is faint Like a weary old heart, nearing the end She notices the gilt has gone She presses it to one wrinkled ear and the sound is faint She holds the yellowed book for a long time.