In ancient days, when I was young,
We borrowed books to read
From the local branch of the library;
Here’s how we would proceed:
We’d scan the shelves and make a choice
Then open to the back
Where there would be a pocket
To allow them to keep track
Of all the books checked out.
In every pocket was a card
With lines on which to write our names;
It wasn’t very hard.
We’d wait for the librarian
Who stamped a certain date
On both the card and pocket
When the loan would terminate.
She kept the card, we got the book
And when it was returned,
The card was then replaced, the perfect
Deal for all concerned.
If we were late, we paid a fine,
A lesson quickly taught
But hard to pass on down
Since all my grandkids’ books are bought.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2020
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