A Connection To The Past
I am holding in my hands a battered, tattered book
I saw it on the bookshelf and just had to take a look.
The cover stained, page edges foxed
A history waiting to be unboxed,
For me, the pages of a volume such as this
Will always speak so loud and lead to an abyss
Where I become as one with the narrative within
And lose myself to some adventure waiting to begin.
And then I think of others who have held this work before
Having found its heroines and heroes on some far, far, foreign shore
Did they read it to forget some dismal, dreary task
Or maybe, like me, it was simply to be enjoyed – why ask?
For reading is a pleasure, an indulgence to revere;
A diversion from whatever life brings, a new frontier.
But the greatest pleasure an old book can bring at last
Is to find a pale inscription, a connection to the past.
(c) Copyright 2018 – John R Dyhouse
John R Dyhouse
Artist, poet, musician, retired engineer/scientist, now on my way to becoming a novelist.
This piece written by John R Dyhouse was from a Weekly Writing Prompt 1/23/2018; The inscription in an old book.
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