POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: OLD BOOKS

My old books,

Some two hundred years

Have little value

Except to me,

I wonder at their owners,

Readers long gone.

Gazing into a future

Unknown,

With my words

Hundreds of years gone

Cause the same ponder

Of a lover of books.

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1. mactavish14 | February 11, 2016 at 12:06 am

Malvern Maven would have liked this one. Did you mean the word “with” to begin the final clause, or should it be “will” and end with a question mark?
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2. slpmartin | February 11, 2016 at 12:37 am

Oh…I love those old books too…and also wonder about those who held them before me.
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