Book escapes
Much of the novels that we read
Are pointless, useless fluff
That will be pulped in record time
Just a pity they got printed.
Most of the good stuff sleeps the sleep
Of the just on musty shelves
Their faded beauty unrecognized
By the careless market.
Now and again a book survives
It’s inner truth shines through
And gives us hope that life is fair
That quality is after all eternal.
I’ve made a promise that in future
I’ll give the glossy tomes a miss
And spend my money on the classics
That will stand the test of time.
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