Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Library - by Bob Atkinson

The Library

(c)2013 Bob Atkinson
watched him as he drove so fast
winning every race he entered
ran with him, watched his gait
carry him faster than other medalists

looked toward him for empathy
and knowledge of old stories
saw depth in his thoughts
and complex dreams of glory

watched him steady in his studies
of themes so well devised
theories understood in detail
morality both good and wise

watched him trip and fall
over railing of that bridge
into the raging current
of an angry stream's content

saw him build a city
of gardens green and lush
where all could understand his thoughts
and rich goodness he had brought

goodness retained so easily
by libraries of books now read
thoughts, passions and understandings
of those so good, but dead

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