The Book Worm
The splendor of books touched him early in his life,
absorbed in the stilled animation embossed in them,
the nascent imagination of the three-year old
morphed within him as an exploring book worm.
He grew up with other timely interests in the transit,
many passing passions came and went,
but the childhood worm stayed on growing
as a constant companion creeping in his head.
The lure of books attracted him to the bookshops
like an obsessed honey bee to the posy of flowers,
he enjoyed the flavor of the fascinating nectar,
concealed beneath the petals of the printed words.
On the cascade of the exciting convivial contents
he couldn’t stop sailing before being satiated,
until the inquisitive journey came to an end,
and he rested contented where the authors took him.
The racks filling the shop space he’d browse through,
between the book covers he’d look for trove of treasure,
some he explored, some remained for him to discover,
for time for him was running out fast.
His old myopic eyes degenerated so very much,
the strain over the years made the failing vision blurred,
he still felt the senile worm crawl on the last lines
of the addendum page of the book he wrote.
March 10, 2012
Contest: Bookshop
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
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