Quick As a Click
Quick as a click, it was there on the screen
Quick as a click, like a gift, like a dream
The power I had, oh the power I held
The power was something quite out of this world
.
To call to my hands at the briefest of whims
Any text I might wish to peruse, read or skim
And quick as a click, there it was, there before me
Any poem or tale, any fable or story
.
Yet time passed, till at last, I had to concede
That something had changed in the way I would read
And though quick as a click was all quite well and good
It just no longer felt quite the way that it should
.
I found that I missed more and more every day
The familiar motion of turning a page
The faint booky smell that all bibliophiles know
That draws in the senses and helps the words flow
.
I missed days spent in questing through endless shop shelves
For the next hidden gem that would usurp my world
And the secret guilty pleasure of a veteran book lover
Of judging a tale by the look of its cover
.
Or seeing so clearly my daily progression
By the bookmarks new place after each reading session
And the sweet, teasing urge I could just barely stem
To sneak a peek at the last page and see how it ends
.
So quick as a click though efficient and fast
Was a novelty, that I found, just couldn't last
And whilst I'll admit that I was briefly quite hooked
To me nothing compares to a good solid book
Copyright © Danielle Humphreys | Year Posted 2016
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