The Heart of Leather - MARS

MARS.

I strolled through

A library. T’was as abandoned

In the hands of time

As the proverbial Ozymandias.

 

It guarded a wealth of knowledge

Under each leather wrapped parchment

Like a pearl inside an oyster, just

Not under Adam’s ale.

 

One of them, as abandoned as the former

Stared at me, sitting in a

Coze on the floor.

‘Mommy!’ it cried

 

In such a desperate and helpless manner.

Instantaneously bonded I with it.

It was one akin to a mother and her child

Fragile, yet quite unbreakable.

 

All this in a book.

Words I have not to say

About that fervid day

And how etched it is.

  • Author: MARS (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2020 05:04
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  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    Good Evening Mars ~ Thanks for inviting US to be your Friends ~ Delighted !
    LIBRARIES are the Heart of our Civilisation in the UK ! Their non-availability in *Lockdown^ is a curse on Intellectualism - Books are life & life is Books. But an abandoned Libraray is the Death of Civilisation and the *Burning of Books* is despotism ! We should always seek to preserve and pass on the Knowledge & Wisdom contained in Books for future generations. Books (and electronically stored knowledge & information) are the Hallmark of CIVILISATION ~ Thanks for sharing !

    Blessings & Peace & Joy & Love
    Yours Angela & Brian ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’™

    • MARS.

      Truly said! Not only that, but a lot of ancient knowledge passed on from our ancestors must be passed on to the future generations, or else, the world will be just another blank slate.

      With Warm Regards
      MARS



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