The Library - Rhyme - Poem by David Wood
The Library was a quiet place
I’d go there twice a week
To find solitude and my own space
Where nobody would speak.
Books upon books adorned the shelves
Some were unread for years
All covered in dust with musty smells
Or tea and coffee smears.
Where I’d find me a quiet corner
Nose buried in a book
The librarian looked a scorner
Disdain with every look.
Now the library has gone online
Peace and quiet now gone
Banks of computers the new frontline
With printers added on.
And tiny tots run and scream and play
While mothers sit and smile
As everyone’s nerves begin to fray
And looks become hostile
Days are gone where silence was kept
And talk was met with “Hush”
Where you sat and read or even slept
And woke up feeling lush
Your books are now read from a tablet
Library no longer a magnet
At much to your dismay.
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