A Booklover's Song

A world without books,
Unimaginable!
A life wihout books,
Arid!
A home without books,
Empty!

No passport to the minds of others
Whose thoughts are there between the covers;
Knowledge, adventure,romantic dreams,
All are there within those reams
Of print. Words by the million,
Some more valuable than golden bullion,
Some worth little, but still they're thoughts
From those whose minds are caught
By that demanding muse who must be obeyed.

So, books my pleasure,
Books my necessity,
Fill my shelves
And my enquiring mind.