Our Library

Join me in an age old library

With its musty smell ripe with age

Ripe with its ancient smell

Its old smell of knowledge

Run with me through the rows

Towers of the written word

Yards of ink smeared on paper

Conveying love and adventure

Dance with me as we find a spot

To settle down, to read, to think

We can laugh and cry, and sing together

Curled up, surrounded by books

Cheer me up when a character dies

As I’ll you when a tragedy occurs

An army is no match for our optimism

A fire no match for our tears

Help me step on to a rickety ladder

Grasping towards the rarest books

A jewel, a treasure of forgotten lore

A pearl, shining in the murk of our own

Library.