There he sits
at the back behind the books
The forgotten elf
on the forgotten shelf.
He has a thimble for a table
a button for his chair
A pair of spectacles
to read high words in the air.
An open book with huge words
A closed chapter in his world.
He was educated a hundred years ago
by a forgotten tutor he does not know.
But now he shows little care
He is able and he just sits there.