'a Thousand Books To Read'
My library has grown and grown,
so many books- my shelves groan;
there are more books than I can ever read,
but they keep coming like a need.
There are tilting piles of books along walls,
accumulated in time both the big- and smalls;
books, books on each table . . .
to read all I will be unable.
I can hear them - whispering to me their story;
a thousand doors into love, fury and glory . . .
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June 5, 2020
Submitted to Brian's Select 5 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand, HM
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