Read the Words
Is it just me?
Or do people not stop to read?
A poem, sonnet or book,
Are all worth a patient look.
But with such busy lives,
We become like bees at our hives.
Coming and going, To-ing, and fro-ing.
Somehow we forget to do some growing.
For how much do we miss,
When we bypass readings bliss?
Think back on a tale told,
That, to you, were words of gold.
The stories that touched your heart.
The adventures you became a part.
So when words is all you see,
Please think of this, my plea.
Read them with an opened mind,
Because you’ll never know what you might find.
Enjoyment in a novel so long,
Or inspiration in a sonnet or song.
Encouraged decision from a basic poem,
Or learn wisdom from an old tale known.
So take heed in the words I say,
For, one day, words may show you the way.