The Library of Life
Avast, ye soulful scalawags,
Be cheerful and in sync—
May none of you fall behind and lag
While you have capacity to think.
We’re on the brink of something new
Exciting, and on more than string
It could be on the way to Timbuktu,
Or in ancient vaults of kings.
Oh, seek and you will find so much
While turning pages of a tome
Enrich your minds and stay in touch
Yet escape the walls of home.
Take a ride through a fantasy land
Or look upon new solar systems.
Journey through the swirling sands
Or learn about Titanic’s untimely victims.
A library is not a thing of the past
It truly has a justifiable life.
Its leather smell was made to last
In high times and in strife.
Get away from your computer world
And have a life once more.
The proverbial oyster has a pearl,
And you can read books galore.
© 2014 Deb Hirt