Original Composition by Penchie Limbo
On the makeshift bookshelf on my top deck bed,
Arranged not randomly but neatly, according to author and subject.
I must have too many or was my space just too tiny?
Some of them are lying on the cold, white tiled floor
In neat piles though, now just arranged according to size.
Most of them I’ve read and enjoyed,
But some remained yet to be explored.
Where did I get them, you might ask.
I picked them from all over
From bookstores far and wide.
Few of them are presents
And some of them are borrowed.
Some of my few possessions,
Some things that I couldn’t go without.
Books provide with me many things:
Company when I feel alone,
Inspiration when I feel down,
Wisdom and knowledge when I needed one, or
Joy when I feel sad.
Open the world to me,
Give me insight into myself,
Take me to an adventure without having to leave my place,
Ah…just too many more to write…
I love my books too much.
My silly book affair.