My shelves are full of books for lending,
Books I love, and need to share –
Their spines are useless when not bending,
Spreading words to ev’rywhere.
I long to be what lib’ries were for me,
A haven and a runway –
Take these beauties down and set them free,
And bring them back, well, some day.
Pay them forward, share the thrill,
And validate my soul, my love…
And yet…I know you never will –
You need to want, I can’t just shove.
Ah well, there’s no sense my pretending –
Who am I to hook and sway ?
My shelves are full of books for lending –
There they sit, and there they’ll stay.