We weep for the day of the lost books
The day when History disappears
The day when our stories a gone to the dust
We weep for the day of the lost books
The day when the feeling of pen going on paper is forever forgotten
The day when we will never again hear the sound of turning the page
We weep for the day of the lost books
But we will mourn for long
For every page of history that is lost
One thousand more will take its place
For every story gone to the wind
A new story hatches
Instead of the sound of pen going on paper
The gratifying sounds of typing on the keyboard takes its place
For every page unturned
We make new pages everyday
The books of old may be lost
But heed my words
They will return in a new form!
So weep for the day of the lost books
Because new ones will come and take its place
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PoetryApril is National Poetry Writing Month So what better time to write a some poems on Wattpad! Join D. Padd as he writes his way throughout April! Each Poem will Feature Laughs, Love, Lost, Lively Literature and Alliterations! Be sure to follow along...
