Books Are

Some books I have never opened once Within the wood can hear them sigh If you had in mind not to give us a chance Why at all us did you buy? The books I read lying in the wooden case Read once and that was enough They too show quite a long face Seem to say we’re forgotten stuff! There are books behind the dusty glass That found my head too hard to penetrate The minds that wrote though of high class Couldn’t reach me having spent all the sweat! Some books came like love at first sight I fell for them like a blind lover When opened the first page found nothing right Soon my romance with them was over! Books are like women fast infatuate Give the feel without them is no life Yet they fade at too fast a rate Only a few holding on like my wife.