Reading books is so enthralling, especially mysteries.
Art and poetry in literature is real inspiring with every
Turn of the page.
Sleep is robbed only from the body after patiently
and longly picking up that book once thought borrowed and not bought.
Time is wasted on the television set vegetating-instead of reading
Books.
A wasted mind is as useless as wasted time, and that unexpected,
Dreaded, eventually over extended soon to be visit from that much
hated mother in-law.
Mother in-laws are not hated, if they have never been met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem