Please bury me in the libraryIn the clean, well-lighted stacks
Of Novels, History, Poetry,
Right next to the Paperbacks.
Where the Kids' Books dance
With True Romance
And the Dictionary dozes.
Please bury me in the library
With a dozen long-stemmed proses.
Way back by a rack of Magazines,
I won't be sad too often
If they bury me in the library
With Book worms in my coffin.
5 comments:
Delightful poem! I'd almost want that same thing - except I crave sunlight....so I have to be outdoors or near a window...
Great poem! :)
thanks for sharing!
that's fun!
me too!
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