So old the pages, fragile and worn,
Delicately I turn them, looking, wondering,
What was written on these pages before.
Some ones story, or just facts treasured.
Why did the words disappear, what happened?
The book was so carefully wrapped in cloth,
Placed in such a beautiful box, time tarnished.
It must have been very special to the owner.
Can't do it, can't just get rid of it.
If stare long enough maybe will see,
What made this faded paper so important.
Sad and frustrated at not knowing.
Wrapping it up again gently, have decided,
To replace it in the tarnished old box.
Some ones words, treasured, have disappeared.
Maybe if kept safe they will return for the book.