The Books On My Shelves
My book shelves are lined with gold
But not the kind you might think
No, the gold I speak of is much more valuable
It is made of paper and inks of many colors
It represents the efforts of countless writers
Some known to me, others unknown to me
All of these writers have one thing in common
They were all driven to speak to us, the readers
To disclose a story or poem trapped within their minds
By doing so they have enlightened us and provided inspiration
Now we embark on a similar journey to join them
Yes, join them on the book shelves lined with gold
Your words may never be shouted from the mountain tops
But then again who knows; mountains were made to be scaled
Remember, that to speak from within is a gift worth giving
While silence can only bring remorse
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