A confession to reading addiction. |
To read a book, a story, a tale Once it’s read, it’s yours to tell I always seek new books to read With desires akin to greed Vision’s quest in words delight Long the hours of the night Caught inside a page’s tale Woven words; written well Sweet the moment, a hero’s kiss Brave the fool who takes the risk Sleep forsaken for written words Inside a book my thoughts are stirred Touched by sorrow, made you cry Stirred to anger by a lie Tragic are the tales of woe Heroes slain as evil’s foe Mystery’s web to unravel. Wilderness is a trail untraveled. Vast is space to be explored. Villain’s antics to be deplored. Politics are a risky chance. Use a cause to make a stance. Lawyers plead their case in court Judges verdict are News reports History’s page has many truths. Thought provoking, cause of youth. History tomes are filled with tact. Facts obscured; vision lacked. Adventure is a reader’s creed. Swept up with a Hero’s deed. We have chosen, thoughts are keyed. We follow down a writer’s lead. To read a book, a story, a tale Once it’s read, it’s yours to tell To laugh aloud at Jester’s joke. Elbow propped in bath to soak. Did you pause? Did you gasp? As eyes raced the written path. Did you smile? Did you sigh? Unaware as time slipped by? A book, a friend until the end. Lain aside to read again. Many books I have come to love. Their writer’s mind a treasure trove. I read then live, I live to read. I search the shelves with addict’s need. Down aisles I walk stacked high with books I pull a spine and take a look. Like vintners with a wine to taste. My hand trembles in its haste. |