A Collection of Poetry Book Three

Book

I picked up a book,

And gave it a look.

I found it to be good,

I took it with me when I stood.

I kept it when I walked,

And I kept it when I talked.

I didn’t want to put it down,

Not even on the ground.

I read the book till the end,

And then I felt I’d lost a friend.

So I found myself another book,

And started reading it in a nook.

I became immersed in it,

And all I had to do was read and sit.

I learned so much through my book,

My beliefs could not be shook.

The ending of my book

Could not be overlooked,

So a new one I did get

And called it an asset.

They cycle begins again,

This time I’ll read this book in the den.