POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: OLD BOOKS
February 10, 2016 at 10:31 pm 2 comments
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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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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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.