Library

I love to read sometimes a little too much maybe But each time I visit the library across the street I check out about eight books at a time The librarian laughs quietly hands me them and knows without a doubt I will be back for more in a few days And when I decide I have enough time to stay for a while I sit down on the wooden chair with a smile A stack of books by my side another in my hand and becoming immersed in all of the new worlds and places and characters which the authors so artfully describe And the pages seem to turn endlessly As I find myself buried in this magical place And then my librarian is there She taps my shoulder and I look up and she says two words Closing Time So I pack up the unread ones check them out at the front desk And wave goodbye to my second home The library.