Oh Book Oh Book! Poem by Shane Dickie

Oh book! Oh book!
You gave me who such a sad look,
You wait patiently on the shelf
For someone to pick you up
And hold you;
Time is spent talking to neighboring books,
Exchanging tales of how you were created
And the work it took to make you,
The tree that felled so you could live,
The dust that now piles up on you and your sibs,
The stories connected with the people,
Who returned you on time;
And who paid for being late
Now you barely get a second glance,
What you would give to be a phone…
Oh book! Oh book, what a pathetic creature
Nobody wants to own!