Library, Poetic Bloomings

 Back to the Library

 

I don’t read much anymore,

Seldom darken a library’s door.

I read my friends’ and when I must,

While most books collect some dust.

I think of those times among the books,

Reading for hours in library nooks.

Reading wherever I went,

Reading how my time was spent.

Now, I tend to read what I write,

No more reading into the night.

I think I’ll get back to reading

I believe that it’s what I’m needing.