At Last

A thrash came through, 

the needles of pine came, 

sought. 

The hunched over man, 

his necktie dangled, 

the water coming to his eyes. 

He grasped the box, 

handles slipping, 

the color of his own socks. 

----

He found what he most wanted in life, 

what he found dear. 

His treasures lay before him, 

their gloss covers shined in the overhead light. 

Books of all kinds, 

oh joy, the books before him!

Covers of deceit, horror, terror, but more. 

It was his most favorite apart from the gore. 

The man, 

eyes gleaming over, 

their sockets proportioned with excitement, 

their boilings coming to edge. 

A boyish young face came, 

a smile from a first Christmas,

presents lay before him, 

much happy as Tim!

Then he bent, 

the rocking of a splintered floor, 

and began to read.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

Nothing could make anyone more happy
than books

[Spencer Barker]

There are many things in life that make us happy, but books are certainly up there. :)

[Nisreen]

surely
of course it depends on what you read
but i never felt lonely in a room full of books