What Books Mean To Me Poem by Clara Diskley

It's thrilling to look at the cover
Thinking, judging the cover
Just like anyone judges you
It honestly bothers me,
People just go on by and never
know what's beyond that image
The portrit that catches your eye
as you walk on by
I can't help but to sigh
They don't know what they're
missing
And they'll never find out
What the books mean to me,
something special
I can't help but to read all day to
get to the end of the book
Suddenly at the end, I feel empty
Theres nothing else to read
I'm sad in a way, sad the book
would end
Sometimes I really do wish books
would never end
But if I could never see the ending,
then I would still be upset
Although it bothers me, it's never
going to stop me
The thrill from reading sentence to
sentence, paragraph to paragraph,
and page from page
Honestly, it's one of my favorite things
in the world
And I could never live without books