Closing the Libraries
by cricketjeff on January 29, 2017. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Whenever someone dies a library closes,
Unique and special books will disappear.
All lives are built of tales that life proposes,
Of friends, of love, of laughter and of fear.
The lady that you thought had been a dancer,
The way she walked, the way she held her head,
Some mystery to which she knew the answer
Is locked forever now its keeper’s dead.
If you can learn what others try to teach you,
Some books they wrote are copied in your mind.
If you’re at home when others try to reach you
These secrets may not be too hard to find.
But every heart holds gems it will not sell
And when you die those treasures die as well.
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