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