Life Cycle Of A Book-A Sonnet Poem by Frances Ayers

Newly born, written words desire to shine
Basking in glory, a well thought out page
Dressed in fine vellum, and well laid out line
With imbued wisdom of the oldest sage

Carrying its readers through time and space
Providing refuge from a hectic day
Most noblest of friends, waits with quiet grace
A majestic sight, often on display

But dust it gathers, as it goes unread
Grows weak of stature as the years slip by
Without attention, is as good as dead
Then Sadly it ponders the reasons why

A loyal companion and trusted friend
Wisdom and knowledge it would gladly lend