Rest Home for Aging Tomes

A poem about a library, written in a library. One of two poems written on the virtues of libraries.. the other one is likely the better..

The Rest Home for Aging Tomes,
A curious place indeed.
Cozy nooks, a thousand books,
All for me to read.

The aging books have kept their looks
In part due to the home.
What’s inside is from the minds
of humanity’s greatest known

authors and bothersome
philosophy mongers and
genre-specific, macabre and horrific
themes for old and younger than.

Readers interpret words that were writ
As if only for you, yes, YOU!
Each book is treasured beyond a measure
This hybrid of paper, words and glue

The books have regaled, with thousands of tales
Literate folks across the world.
Those who can read can get what they need
From endless pages unfurled

Minds can get lost in poems by Frost
And stories like Faust leave us broken
So much inspiration, these perfect creations
These words that are read but not spoken

So go to the Home and visit these Tomes
Before they all die of old age
They’ll fill you with stories of all categories..
It’s simple as turning a page.

Author's Note

Just fucking around with meter and rhyme and stuff..

Reviews

[angel]

And a very good job you have done!
I am a huge fan of books and libraries. I think that when this world goes through its next upheaval, they will come back into use again.