My eyes scan my room while sat in my bed
The book shelf and the books I’ve read

They filled my mind so I’m able to sleep
Memories, interpretations only I can keep

My friends my lovers my companions of time
Faithful friends to the end of my line

Building dreams of fantasy like aged old wine
As I look back at my life, was I just killing time?

Sadness overcomes me as I sit in my bed
And look at the books I have still not read

But, Time has not caught up with me yet!