Is the modern-day librarian becoming a lost art?
I certainly hope not. Lord help me if I lose my smarts. 

So much faith and hope oozing from those books on the shelves. 
They are telling stories of every kind that better ourselves. 

Picking the exact experience from the shelves
It’s much like taking a trip to enjoy ourselves 

Handing the book to the Liberian with a smile on her face
Watching her place the stamp in just the correct place

Holding a book is like renewing a relationship with an old friend
So many new stories to hear rippling off my soul in the end

My mind drifting all over the world 
where all of its quaint beauty is unfurled

No tickets to buy. No large crowds to navigate
I am soaking up the words for my soul to regenerate

No chance of catching an obscure disease from this far-off land
Just simply falling asleep with my passport in my hand

March 3, 2023
Mark Waldrop