A Dictionary Full Of Words Poem by Graham Stone

Tattered, torn and worn,
Dusty musty and forlorn,
I found my lost treasure
In the bottom of a box.

A dictionary seldom used,
Yet many times i have perused
This book of meanings;
A gift from my ill-attended school.

A treasurehouse of words,
But not words of definition,
No, though they are treasure too.

But words of happy relief,
Underscored grief
and lacklustre debrief,
Lie scrawled between this dictiionary's covers,
From friends long departed,
Half forgotten or unremembered.

Pages full of words, then pages full of meaning.