Better Worlds

The friend man wishes for may not exist And many books he reads to no avail, Though his deep longing cannot be dismissed: There’s but one end to every human tale. He lives behind long shelves, where he can delve Into the past or future, while today Is here only for those who count to twelve And leave their fleeting marks upon earth’s clay. Unlike them all, he’d rather hide and dwell Where better worlds are spread before his eyes, And gladly live under a charming spell Than taste reality and all its bitter lies. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com