Our Library

Join me in an age old library
With its musty smell ripe with age
Ripe with its ancient smell
Its old smell of knowledge

Run with me through the rows
Towers of the written word
Yards of ink smeared on paper
Conveying love and adventure

Dance with me as we find a spot
To settle down, to read, to think
We can laugh and cry, and sing together
Curled up, surrounded by books

Cheer me up when a character dies
As I’ll you when a tragedy occurs
An army is no match for our optimism
A fire no match for our tears

Help me step on to a rickety ladder
Grasping towards the rarest books
A jewel, a treasure of forgotten lore
A pearl, shining in the murk of our own
Library