DEPRIVED

We lived less than a block
from a substantial small town library.
I was never taken there
nor encouraged to seek its gold
and hadn’t the sense to know
that if I’d become familiar with its contents
how enhanced my life would be.

I was unaware of my deprivation
and by the time I learned
all those books I hadn’t read
had been held and devoured by others
who lived in my home town
and left it far richer than I.

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