It's all about the time taken to look

The caress to the pages of the oversized book

Anticipation,to read what unfolds

The fear of the wonderful story thats told

The sun sets behind the trees in the park

It's not good to read this book in the dark

Sat in a chair to big for yourself

It's time to take down the book from the shelf

The cover is worn from fingers that passed

Read from the beginning on to the last

The words of your mum resound in your head

Don't touch that or you'll end up........

DEAD

 

You stand on the chair and reach up high

The book seems to move and you want to cry