Never Judge a Book By Its Cover
“Mightn’t happen to have a piece of cheese about you now?”
Of all the treasures in the world
The kind I most prefer
Are small and square
A bit worn, but held in loving repair
And though they may fade
And be a little torn
All the sparkle I need
Comes from the pages in between.
The truth they have foretold
Their memories bought and sold
But they spring to life once opened and read
They are a joy to behold
Lined up in neat little rows on shelves
As though they were made of gold
Some are short others long
You can spread them out like leaves on a lawn
Quick !
There’s not a moment to waste
Once read,
They stay with you
And can never be replaced
You can travel the world
And never leave your room
Filled to the brim
With tales of both time and space
They take you on journeys you never need make.
Copyright © Kimberly Sikorski | Year Posted 2020
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