The written word:
Let me walk you through the reading room, where many books reside. Where imagination, doubt and doom, are written there inside.
A thirst for knowledge you will find in every page you roam. There’s learning here of every kind in sentence and in poem.
Take down a book and delve inside, and see what you may find. Within these words, no meanings hide, except the literal kind.
For Dickens, Hardy, Orwell and friends, they too began this way. No matter whether time transcends, just read some more each day.
Lift up a book, at any time, let your mind be taken in, by stories, set in words sublime, of people, kith and kin.
When weather it turns cold and damp there’s nothing much to do. Just sit awhile beside your lamp, a book will see you through.
To praise the written word, if I may, for solitary hours we spend to live and learn from day to day, a book will be your friend.
_________________ Since we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our minds, our one duty is to furnish it well~Peter Ustinov
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