Bookish Friends

A friend, to me, can be a book

Filled with so much writing

Moral stories, no romance

Magic, plots and fighting

High adventure, teary drama,

Horror and mystery

To read them all would be a task

Too great for you and me

But if you gain just one book only

You’ll know its precious value

For like a book a friend can turn

Into what means most to you

Alone these books will gather dusts

Upon their lonely shelves

Their stories never to be heard

When they are by themselves

But friends and books alike were meant

To be with others like them

And rub their spines and shoulders close

With stories not unlike them

And books, like friends, are similar,

In that they will and may

Differ greatly from each other

In all and every way

One may be a tale of healing,

Helping feeble people last

Another has a tragic story,

Wishing to forget the past

Some may wish for time long past,

While others tell the future

He may love a good adventure

And she a child to nurture

Though they’re diff’rent, one and all,

They have the self same need

For you to open up their front

And turn the page and read

Everyone can be a friend,

So all may be a book

Waiting, searching, hoping, praying

For someone to look

Books are fragile, soft inside,

And will not often open

So when they do you must prepare,

To read truth and emotion

When the cover falls away,

You’ll read inside a life

Page by page and year by year,

Through all their loves and strife

To read a book like that’s unlike,

Anything else you’ll feel

To have and read one is a gift,

That none can ever steal

Some of us have many books,

And some have very few

The lucky have the oldest ones,

While the young make theirs brand new

But every book, regardless of,

Its age or quantity

Should know, for all its quirks and plot holes,
You make your reader happy