The man looks at books
and examines the pages;
some of the books,
haven’t been read in ages.

Which one to pick?
Which book should he choose?
His glasses are thick;
as each book he’ll peruse.

It’s September at the library;
summer is winding down.
Each book you read,
has a verb or a noun.

But the sentences you read;
could take you beyond.
television not worthy;
to make you feel fond.

A book in your hands,
might not make you rich.
But it will take you to lands,
where your mind pulls the switch.

I sit here content,
the man is far down,
the aisle with intent,
to narrow his search down.

But through books he still looks
for the perfect titles.
When you are not reading,
your brain turns idle.

So go to the library,
and check out a book.
You’ll be happy,
whichever one you took.

Mark Hudson