I am getting tired
Everyone wears me out
They flip my pages without a care in the world!
Oh, how I want to shout!
My cover is faded
My words are worn
My colors are black, and gray, and white
And most of my pages are torn
All the dog-eared pages are creasing
Some of my pages feel shoved
But even I have to admit,
That I am a book well loved.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
I am getting tired
Everyone wears me out
They flip my pages without a care in the world!
Oh, how I want to shout!
My cover is faded
My words are worn
My colors are black, and gray, and white
And most of my pages are torn
All the dog-eared pages are creasing
Some of my pages feel shoved
But even I have to admit,
That I am a book well loved.
The title doesn’t really fit, but whatever.
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