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The Book



The Book

What is a book? its title bright
Captures the passing eye,
Yet we are happy to chance
Our repose in advance,
Do we ever really know why?

What is a book? it sits on the shelf
Its binding gathering dust,
But yet in its power
To value the hour
We place our absolute trust.

What is a book? it has no life
Unless you open the page,
Are its covers filled
With wisdom distilled,
Or as empty as the age?

What is a book? a pretty idea
Inducing inanimate vision,
It’s a view of life
With its vices rife,
But can we cope with transition?

What is a book? it serves no use
Without it quicken the mind
It’s a passing phase
Accross your gaze,
Can it leave a new truth behind?

Indeed because

A book is a voyage created for those
Who wish to life’s mysteries unravel,
It changes the mind of all mankind
Who have the courage to travel.
For
A book is a door into worlds unknown,
A window on thinking unseen;
It’s a tool for tomorrow
Which any may borrow
To travel new roads to dream.

© Margaret Montrose www.thegoldenpath.co.uk

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Written on January 01, 2000

Submitted by MontroseM on July 14, 2021

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50 years design and manufacturing engineer. NB. All the material I will submit IS MINE - some 50 verses. They do not belong to a form or formula which, as a creative designer, I abhor. The date above is immaterial, but some 20 years ago. MontroseM PS strike me out as this is simply a money-making scam more…

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