THE BOOK NO-ONE READ
Sitting on the bookcase in the corner of the room Resting on a dusty shelf up high
Perched a lost and lonely, long forgotten, story For years it watched the time just passing by 106
The brand new books infront of it were balanced Their shiny covers promising the best But the dusty book was hiding such a secret For its story way outshone all of the rest It told of lonely hills and strange encounters Of finding that true person you may be Of love, of hate, of death, of seeking beauty And believing in the dreams that set you free But the shiny books received all the attention For what they looked like far outweighed what lay within
Once read their stories vanished, wiped from memory In curious minds they drowned, they could not swim One evening after dark came from a bedroom A small frustrated child far from sleep Her thoughts were dull and lifeless, then quite boldly To the bookshelf silently she dared to creep If I reach one from the back, no-one will notice And I can read and read and read all through the night My this dusty books a right old thing There hiding out of sight
The book turned out to be
The most fantastic one she’d read
And every night she’d disappear
And read til late in bed
Then one saddening, fateful day
The book came to an end
She didn’t put it on the bookshelf She leant it to a friend
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The book was torn and faded
From neglect it had been shown
Now it smiled within its covers
It would no longer be alone