Reading books is entertaining and a celebration of life - a poem about reading. |
In so tight - you’ve earned such a treasure! Relax and enjoy this obvious gain - Read for a moment - this book is for pleasure… It’s such satisfaction, and hardly a strain! Clearly, we’re working and paying most bills; A life full of meaning, without any doubts… But whether we earned it, for truth, it instills A patience and passion for serious bouts… So worth this mention - it’s in publication - The primary needs - entertain us and growth; This version of fantasy, truth’s education; A slight bit of horror, distinction for both… Look for ways through your stomach-less guilt; Gather some soul through glorious rhythm - Find those bridges, and don’t cede or wilt; Folks are upheld, and appreciate schism… Applauding much virtue, that growth in conviction! Your heart is evinced through excellent timing… Avoid those trials of strain and addiction - Right versus wrong is a pulse which is climbing… Just grab a chair, envision this world… Fiction, non-fiction - it’s merged, apropos; Then your circumference is shaken and twirled… Losing nothing - belief - with sights set on go! |