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My Book
I am a mere page in history’s book.
OK, half a page
A sentence even
More than a word, surely,
And not just a letter.
But, what sort of book?
What genre best reflects me?
Sums me up?
Page filler or thriller,
A cold-blooded chiller?
A semantic romantic
A frantic pedantic?
Obvious or discreet
Tattered, perhaps neat?
Remaindered, deleted,
Victorious or defeated?
Pages torn
Plot stillborn?
A weighty tome,
Still out on loan?
Not understandable,
Or un-put-downable?
Whichever best describes my path
A simpleton, a polymath?
I wonder how I’ll be considered.
A wordsmith wizard
Bewildered, jiggered?
Too slick for some,
Too twee for others.
But please, I beg,
Let it be said –
He wrote with ease
The day to seize,
Not just to please
The passing breeze.
Roland's Ragbag 