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._