On Books

Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read; They give me knowledge and help life to lead; Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time; Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme. Great are those people who write books all life; Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife; Tired of writing though day-long or night, They keep on writing in such a bad light. Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease; It takes years to write but reading is ease; Book-makers struggle to print a few books; And keep spending time to, improve their looks. Some find their way to libraries in town; Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down; Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old; Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold. Some are in tatters and must be rebound; Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found; Reading for long hours, does help you to learn; Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men. Read books with great care whose weight is in gold; Serve generations though they may be old; Source of much Info, deserving respect; Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!