Books

 

Isn’t it strange?

How a book sits

Patiently on a shelf

Waiting

For its pages to be turned

To share its knowledge

Or divulge its secrets.

 

And isn’t it funny?

That each person

Who turns its pages

Finds different knowledge

And different secrets

Even though

The book remains the same.

 

Jan ‘83

 

Donna Marie Harriman

 

 

The End

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