The Price of a Book

While taking stock of the library Here in my home today, I found myself Considering all the pages throughout the years For which I’ve dearly paid. Voluminous Paragraphs, chapters and verses from Adam and Eve to Zen like prayers; Trying to count the cost of so many books Makes me wonder why I care. About Astronomy and astrology, connections Between all things; cosmology, Biology, psychology and dreams. Alchemy and metaphysics, Landing on the moon; Plato and Pythagoras, The Wizard of Oz and Dorothy flying Back home in a balloon. Still turning Pages of ancient history, Egyptology, Mythology and man’s search For meaning within; Aristotle, Shakespeare, Newton, Einstein wondering What’s the secret to the universe and how Did it begin? Quantum physics, alien visits, Lost without a clue; Plants and flowers, greed and power And why the sky is blue. Light and darkness, Love and hate, The Crusades and other wars; The vanity and insanity of Whatever we’re fighting for. Still more Encyclopedias left to read before I’m through, Having hardly skimmed the surface of what Good books are meant to do. If we take the time to sift and find The nuggets of treasure within; The price of a book can be priceless And make a head and brain like supernova stars Splendiferously spin.