The Book Of Books a poem
The Book of Books
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There are books in the making
And books in the store,
There are books on the table,
And books on the floor.
The library and stockroom
Have books piled up high,
There are more to be written
And more I must buy.
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Historical novels,
Biographies too;
Each week brings a dozen
Exhausting “Who’s Who,”
There is fiction that’s truthful,
And fiction that’s trash,
There’s an ordinary volume
And another mere hash.
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There’s a new book of science
And a book of the play,
There’s the book of the year,
And the book of the day.
There are books to refer to
And some to ignore,
There are books that will thrill you
And others will bore.
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But the Book of the ages,
Of balance and power
Is the book called the Bible,
The Book of the hour!
Exhaustless its treasure,
Eternal its store
All the best of others you’ll find here— And more!
JAMES BROWN