Creamy beige,
Dusty ancient pages
Filled with the marks of ages
The wisdom of sages,
Tales of all the far off places

The smell of an old book,
Titles worth a second or third look
Cozy sunlit nooks
Where the words can sink their hooks

Rolled scrolls line the walls
Telling of heroes and their falls
So many lives have dwelled within these halls
And I've come to know them all