So instead of writing this verse, I was reading today. This turned out to be a good thing as it gave me the subject for today’s project. No it isn’t about procrastination… it’s about books.

On Books

A book you’ve loved is something that,

Will never fade away.

Though some details, time may obscure,

The sense of it will stay.

The way the author made you feel,

Made you give up your heart.

A certain scene or turn of phrase,

That marks your favourite part.

These are the gifts that writers give,

To those who spend their time.

Read as much with their hearts as eyes,

To seek that gift sublime.

It need not be great lit’rature,

Burdened with noble thought.

For romance, action, fantasy,

Are far more often bought.

So light the lamp and turn the page,

New dreams are waiting there.

To grasp you gently by the soul,

And take you anywhere.

I don’t expect that you will love,

Each single book you read.

For only you can choose the ones,

That fit your inner need.

If there’s a book which calls to you,

Yet critics say “It’s bad.”

Well go ahead and read it still,

Odds are you will be glad.

There’s no one else who can tell you,

Just what makes your heart sing.

So read whatever brings you joy,

And leave them do their thing.

Now if you will excuse me please,

A book is calling me.

I do not know where it will go,

Just that’s where I must be!

Cheers, Winston