When Books Die

Whenever that time has finally come

  And they say, “The last printed book is done!

Dusty covers and page-turning by hand?

  Forgotten for all the screens in the land!”

When an I-Pad, Kindle, or Blackberry

 Has more volumes than the public library;

The day reading an author clear through

  Gives way to clicking just a page or two;

Familiar glow upon the reader’s face?

  Comes from device, not a faraway place.

Then with a sad little sigh to myself,

  I will take an old friend down off the shelf;

And I’ll get lost again in distant world,

  Once the joy of any true boy or girl.

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