So sad, what the young lad said to me;
“I have never read a book.”
How could I explain to him the pleasure,
That can be found in reading,
Stories that can thrill; can make you laugh;
Can make you cry.
Books to me have always been there,
The total range of emotions can be felt;
Love, anger, hate, sadness, happiness.
Not to know these feelings that are given
By the skill and imagination of authors,
Is alien to me.
Listening and looking can produce emotion,
But reading allows you to use, your own imagination,
To create those characters, brought to life on the page.
To imagine the look of the villains and heroes is something
So personal, that if recreated on screen,
Mostly lets you down.