Live To Read To Live

A simple book it can contain,
A world far away.
We slip between the pages and,
Into that place we stray.

The people in those stories seem,
Like ones we’ve always known.
And their adventures start to feel,
Just like they are our own.

Those characters we know and love,
They leave us wanting more.
And if they die the fans will beg,
“Repent, please write some more.”

If you read much you understand,
And if you don’t you should.
‘Cause books are like milk for your brain,
They sure do a mind good.

Cheers, Winston