The Librarian

There is a fine lady I know A librarian by profession She loves her work so And in it she pours her all Any book you want She knows exactly where it is to be found Every subject you wish to know She knows where the library shelves it all A fine lady she really is And I adore her so In fact I envy her a lot For if I were her, the library would be my home Of its knowledge that interested me I would pour deep into my soul Every evening I’m the last to leave And she always comes to me with a warm smile Telling me, ‘Prins its time to leave’ Sometimes it’s she and I side by side As we walk beneath the yellow street lights How I wish we walked hand in hand For there’s a fancy dance she brings to my heart However, of all my adoration for her There’s still one thing she lacks She isn’t interested in the treasure her library keeps Always busy doing something and nothing To her it’s just another ordinary job One whose pay she needs If only she knew how much more it would pay If also she sought to tap into the wealth of its keep Makes me see just how most of us live Like her in the library of life Many lessons around us Of how we would improve our life in any way we wanted But naah... always too busy doing something and nothing Tomorrow sunset beautifully graces our lives Then all over a sudden haste and regret piles We want to do it all and save the most for the golden days Our energy is drained by regret for having overlooked it all yesterday When life was still a smooth flow and a jolly haze Having been fortunate to see that it is so I will commit my efforts to learn And of it all the greatest lesson I have thus far learnt Is that for my sunset days to be worth its gold A day at a time... a dime at a time I must today save... and that goes for all today’s