Poetry – Library

Oh to be trapped in a library,

With nothing to do but read


When my troubles for each day,

Are eyes that no longer see,


Hours spent but never wasted,

Words not bound by lock or key,


Propped up against the shelves,

Whether sitting or on my knees,


I’d pour over countless volumes,

Knowledge seeping into me,


Perhaps one day I’ll travel there,

One page closer to home I’ll be.