Old Library Poem by Paul Reed
Old Library
Gently, silently
You await your fate
Slowly, steadily
Your walls abate;
The walls that once
Sheltered us within
Lined with knowledge
Volumes thick and thin;
Who will remember you
When you are gone
Whose minds will you fill,
Rest your memories on;
Once a warm and light place
Once a safe retreat
Now pieces of paper
Blowing down the street.
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: books
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