My Library, My Life
The best way to find out
About who someone is?
Examine their library –
No need for a quiz.
My library is big,
Just take a look.
What you’ll find in it
Is book after book.
My bookshelves are full
Of books of all kinds
I’ve scoured the bookshops
Made remarkable finds.
Books I have read;
Books I might read one day;
Books never read,
Just there for display.
Books bought on a whim,
Not ‘cos of need,
Some temporary fashion
My psyche to feed.
Milligan and Wodehouse,
Others quite scholastic;
Some books of value
Wrapped up in plastic.
Books from my schooldays
And courses of study
‘Duchess Of Malfi’,
Such tales that are bloody!
Books presented to me,
Complete with inscriptions;
D.I.Y books,
Complete with descriptions.
Books I have borrowed
With library covers;
Books now on loan
From other book lovers.
Dickens and Trollope,
Austen and Hardy,
Similar authors
With whose reading I’m tardy.
Histories, biographies,
And Poets galore,
Who once I indulged in,
Like Rabindranath Tagore.
Pop-up books from childhood
And Sunday school prizes
Maps and old diaries
And other surprises.
Games, chess and bridge,
Whole sections you’ll find
On Yorkshire and China
First editions – unsigned!
A few spaces for books
which I’ve lent out to others,
Awaiting return
With or without covers.
Look close and you’ll find
What once filled my mind;
Many are mystery now,
Since my memory declined.
But, never-the-less,
I still love them all,
Or perhaps I just keep them
To decorate the wall.
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