Without books

I’d likely wither

into a man with an empty mind.


Some of them lure me – others may

while I turn pages, mesmerize .

Fascination is occasionally my state.


But I do often wonder:

how can an author know so much?

Of course I read some works

now and then, and know they’re not for me.

But I’ve been blessed by

the phenomenon of reading

and by the prowess of those

who have a knack with a pen in hand

or a computer at their fingertips

to share their gifts with folks like me.


I often forget their names within a week

but that doesn’t mean I am not grateful.

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