The Joy of Reading
The joys of reading, inexplicable I glean
A private source of pleasure and harmony
The words dance, frolic and play
Breathed life into by the reader of the day
They accompany me during lonely waits
Veil me away in crowded trains
I find myself in books I must admit
Collecting pieces of myself along the way
Bits and pieces on every page
You suddenly realise how you were made
From the words you read and the thoughts they create
Uncanny to see your feelings on paper
Like an x-ray of your soul, just a little clearer
Pen and paper, the power they wield
More potent than the sword and shield
Words cut deeper than the sharpest blade
And keep you safer than the toughest plate
The joy of reading only stays
Never can it be taken away