Hidden Words: Personification Poem about Books and Reading for Kids

Hidden Words 

I’ve sat on this shelf 

unchosen and dozing 

my words hidden from time 

since the old library closed 

and we all ended up 

on cold metal shelves 

in the next big town 

Unlike me 

my neighbours 

come and go 

off to see 

the world outside 

to be inferred by new eyes 

to see their words reprised 

in new light 

beyond the library 

Oh, how I dream 

beyond this shelf 

regardless of my worn, torn spine 

regardless of my tatty jacket 

of shedding new light 

into just one more mind 

Mark Bird

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