With gathering places still closed, I came across this poem I wrote about being at the library.
At The Library
At the library –
– I see a different side of life –
Polite people whispering
Diligently reading.
I scrape a chair
And say “Excuse me,”
To all the readers staring.
At the library –
– I sit at a table –
Watch a girl sleeping.
Her mother writing
A paper she was asked
to write for night school,
While her young daughter waits.
At the library –
– I watch the librarian –
Walking briskly,
A student is following.
She tries to show him
where the biographies
on Shakespeare and Milton
are located in the stacks.
At the library –
People reading,
writing,
sleeping,
doing research,
relaxing,
and learning.
At the library.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.