Library

Bold words sit upon faded pages

Their dusty spines line the towering shelves

Heroes and strangers in paper cages

Each a story into which we will delve

But then comes the dilemma of having to choose

To pick the old or to pick the new

One is classic, from which other stories still pick up cues

but the other exciting, an adventure it’s true

I run my fingers along their spines

Pull them off shelves to look at their covers

Open them up just to read a few lines

wondering what I might possibly discover

and I sit here and ponder which one is right

Then pick them both up and walk out into the night