In the annals of time you have been picked as there you lay in dust
You benignly say; feel me, curse me, or simply read me if you must
As I longingly opened you and lovingly read through the pages
I was left mesmerized in your treasured wisdom of the ages
A beatific thought once crossed me only to vanish in the vagaries of time
But I can count on you to record all the prose and all the beautiful rhyme
Through the ages in all their honesty, the mankind does aver
You may look ugly but you are seldom judged by your cover
You take various forms as pulp, paperback or leather bound
The cruel gadgets have hounded you but you have held your ground
The mighty oak like others felled down and alas in the moment of grief
A part of nature divinely takes another form as it gently adds a new leaf
You have immersed in you great schemes; some genteel, some by hook and crook
But finally the canon of nature has its say and does go by the book
You are seen everywhere; be it a repository of knowledge or a simple home
Give me all the riches all the wealth in the world but I’ll still cherish the tome
In the lord’s abode , with prayers on lips and souls perched on a pew
Following your words a few look you up while others look up to you
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
In the annals of time you have been picked as there you lay in dust
You benignly say; feel me, curse me, or simply read me if you must
As I longingly opened you and lovingly read through the pages
I was left mesmerized in your treasured wisdom of the ages
A beatific thought once crossed me only to vanish in the vagaries of time
But I can count on you to record all the prose and all the beautiful rhyme
Through the ages in all their honesty, the mankind does aver
You may look ugly but you are seldom judged by your cover
You take various forms as pulp, paperback or leather bound
The cruel gadgets have hounded you but you have held your ground
The mighty oak like others felled down and alas in the moment of grief
A part of nature divinely takes another form as it gently adds a new leaf
You have immersed in you great schemes; some genteel, some by hook and crook
But finally the canon of nature has its say and does go by the book
You are seen everywhere; be it a repository of knowledge or a simple home
Give me all the riches all the wealth in the world but I’ll still cherish the tome
In the lord’s abode , with prayers on lips and souls perched on a pew
Following your words a few look you up while others look up to you