Time has taken its toll

On this library I call home

The cases are all dirty

And every shelf is bowed

But I still sit here waiting

While my pages turn yellow

I've told my story over again

More times than I could count

Now though my ink is fading away

And the words are hard to make out

But if I was taken off this shelf

I would be able to tell my tale proud

I know every letter on every page

And I've memorized each sentence

I would give up my glossary

Or even my appendix

For just one more chance

To be a reader's resplendence

But here I stay forgotten

My tale will never end

Though my corners are all busted

And my spine is cracked and bent

I'll stay put up on my shelf

With hopes to someday be read