The book that I \u2018found\u2019 in the second hand store<\/p>\n
Would never have thought itself \u2018lost\u2019<\/p>\n
It sat on its back in a pile on the floor<\/p>\n
The jacket was thin and embossed<\/p>\n
The corners were frayed of cover and page<\/p>\n
They bore the occasional tear<\/p>\n
And text of the poems that faded with age<\/p>\n
Told half of the tales that were there<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
There were notes in the margins in pencil and pen<\/p>\n
And written by several hands<\/p>\n
And written the way things are noted down when<\/p>\n
They are done by one who \u2018understands\u2019<\/p>\n
One writer wrote reams on the subjects and themes<\/p>\n
While others, the rhythms and rhymes<\/p>\n
The book carried so many thoughts that it seems<\/p>\n
It had been \u2018second hand\u2019 many times<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I turned to the front, to look inside the cover<\/p>\n
And see what would be my expense<\/p>\n
To find that the book was a gift from a lover<\/p>\n
When prices were measured in pence<\/p>\n
The brief dedication was sweet and sincere<\/p>\n
It spoke of the future and trust<\/p>\n
It was hard in that bookstore to hold back a tear<\/p>\n
To think they and their future were dust<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The different creases in corners each told<\/p>\n
Where a favourite poem was kept<\/p>\n
And water stained ink on a verse made me think<\/p>\n
Of the eye that had read and had wept<\/p>\n
A few pressed petals that fell from a page<\/p>\n
Showed someone had marked their desire<\/p>\n
While the smell of the paper, all smoky with age<\/p>\n
Revealed it was read by the fire<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And now in my hands it told me its tales<\/p>\n
While surely it kept many more<\/p>\n
And I would soon add some unknowing details<\/p>\n
To the book that I \u2018found\u2019 in the store<\/p>\n
Our lives are revealed in the objects we touch<\/p>\n
The worth does not equal the cost<\/p>\n
And the book that wouldn\u2019t have pondered it much.<\/p>\n
Would never have thought itself \u2018lost\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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