The Books Poem by Febin Thomas

I come from minds of greats,
I sometimes design all your fates
I am an ocean of wisdom
Unfortunately used very seldom;

Tales from far and near
Can cause you tear and fear
And despair, sadness and sorrow
Can make your heart fallow;

I am an immortal soul
And can never fall
Yet I may be in solitude
I pray to thee to change thy attitude;

My knowledge is to be
Inspiring, encouraging and free
And yet in your house I'm no guest
Locked up in shelves, collecting dust;