The Library

The Library was a quiet place I’d go there twice a week To find solitude and my own space Where nobody would speak. Books upon books adorned the shelves Some were unread for years All covered in dust with musty smells Or tea and coffee smears. Where I’d find me a quiet corner Nose buried in a book The librarian looked a scorner Disdain with every look. Now the library has gone online Peace and quiet now gone Banks of computers the new frontline With printers added on. And tiny tots run and scream and play While mothers sit and smile As everyone’s nerves begin to fray And looks become hostile Days are gone where silence was kept And talk was met with “Hush” Where you sat and read or even slept And woke up feeling lush Your books are now read from a tablet Downloaded yesterday Library no longer a magnet At much to your dismay.