Nancy L. Meek
One lone book stood on a wooden shelf
And feeling compelled, I took it down
To look within the leaves, stopped myself,
Pondered for a moment on the wealth
Of knowledge just waiting to be found;
Then opened it wide with utmost care,
Because the cover was old and worn;
The brown-edged pages revealed a tear –
Perhaps the cause was another pair
Of hands in haste and therefore was torn.
Thinking of haste and treasures that may
Hide in this book I chose to crack,
I, too, in haste, desired what lay
Hidden like a needle in the hay
And too quickly read from front to back.
Following my literary friend,
The greed for knowledge overtook me.
Reading once more, beginning to end,
Flipping pages, corners I would bend.
Alarm buzzing, my husband shook me.
©Copyright 1996 by Nancy L. Meek