If I were a book,
I would inspire and entertain.
I would have a thick, hard cover
to protect the delicate inside,
but it would be worn and almost tattered
from use.
If I were a book,
my pages would be worn
and their corners would be bent
and written on with marginal notations
and underlinings,
as readers sought to understand
and expand my words and ideas.
If I were a book,
i would be well-read and
hopefully,
loved.
©2010-Art Belliveau
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