The Poem That's Never Read
I hide here at the back
Not the last page, but nearly so
The thick leathery binding which protects me
Is starting to fray and the letters fade
I'm safe up here on the top shelf
And none but the keenest would
Peer beneath this tired, tatty shell
But maybe they would appreciate...
For so many years I have remained unread
I almost fear the moment
When daylight comes
And at last I can sing
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2011
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