Today, I came across a book, it's pages torn and old
The binding cracked and brittle, the covers touched by mold
It was hiddden in the attic in a box all tucked away
By a little boy who lived here once when he was young one day
The years that passed are many since that book has seen the light
But it's waited very quietly to once more bring delight
Cause the litttle boy who loved it just up and went away
For reasons I don't understand he left it here that day
Now as I turn the pages my wonder quickly grows
The story is familar, i've long loved this bit of prose
And now this marvelous treasure is right here in my hand
To take my mind awandering once more in far off lands
Time was when you were little I shared this book with you
Till you grew up and went away to sail the ocean blue
But now your wandering's over, my journey nearly done
So I'll find time to read this book again, with you, my son
And we'll sit in the twilight and laugh once more with glee
As we turn those old pages and sail on silvery seas
But if the shadows lenghten and I must go away
You always will remember that book we shared today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely tale of memory lost then found giving the heart peace a fine poem