Used Bookstore

Written by: Jillian Veitenheimer

Paper thin 
Frail to the touch 
Time passes 
It cracks 
And rips 
Stripped of beauty 
Left with age 

Dry and worn 
Sorrow upon the fingertips 
Musty smelling  
Spine broken 
Missing pages 
Wisdom remains 
Deep within ink 
With each new reader 
A new lover 
Caressed and full of hope 
A new adventure 
As the pages turn 
Listen for the its breath 
And its growing heartbeat