My deep condolence for an old book on the shelf, in the corner of the room,
which is left dusty,
without a care or a lil touch
An old book plays its memories back,
remembering of when and who’s the last visitor that came to see,
“Could it be two years ago, before all of the chaos? Or older than we’ve ever thought?”
An old book cries,
cause there’re no friends to talk to,
not even one,
“Is everyone busy, so they don’t have time to talk to me? Or thing they always carry everywhere that makes them forget me?”
April 24th, 2021
*) this poem is written to commemorate World Book Day 2021 on April 23rd yesterday.
Share My Thoughts and Emotions 
Emotions for old books…thanks for sharing!
SukaSuka
My pleasure. Hope you enjoy it.
SukaDisukai oleh 1 orang
I truly enjoyed the poem
SukaSuka
Every thing every word in mute spelling how much you left the old book, I will come home to see him smiling in a cup of coffee behind a beautiful fireplace.
SukaDisukai oleh 1 orang
A cup of coffee, fireplace and a good book. What a perfect combination 👍
SukaSuka