by Gideon Burton
Though books have been my constant friends these years,
and sit as sentinels upon my shelf,
their payments rich yet fall into arrears
as I've discovered other realms of wealth.
Though sober with their thought and steady weight,
though filled with sentiments and speeches sound,
my books are monologues whose steady gait
runs even over life's uneven ground.
And yet if I will share the things I read
before the world of readers found online,
I find that their responses plant new seeds
and make my reading socially refined.
Alone, we come to much but often trouble;
I'm grateful there's escape from reading's bubble.
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