Come child, come near and listen well

I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter

Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter

It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell

You open the page and begin your journey, living vicariously

You’ll find a one whom you connect with, share their worries and fly

At any point, you can close the cover while never saying goodbye

You finish one, pick up another, living lives just as variously

That’s the value, that’s the destination, you find a life you didn’t know you’d want

And just as easily, you can put it down, then take it up when you need to escape

It matters not where you go, where you dwell, only open a book and stay awake

You’ll learn things, about yourself and others, it’s called getting smarter, try not to flaunt

Fiction and non, matters not at all, you’ll find a new purpose with every scrawl

So find your genre, find your precious niche, soon you’ll be happy, you’ll find a fairy with a wish

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abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.