Each day life drops Joy on your Head unless you stay stuck in Bed

Each day life drops

Joy on your head

Most never See It

They stay stuck in Bed

of Gripe and Groan

Never read a Book

So they live Alone

in the world they create

a little love

and some Hate

Reading ten new books

means ten new lives to Live


so open One More book’s Door

What do you think?

3 points

Written by Johndavisnearby

LET loose the Night
to play its strings in my Heart
the Music of the Ages
has a Beat from the Start
A Tit a Tat
and the Tap of a Shoe
Even the Muses listen to YOU
A Lute a Flute
Cello and violin Too
O Night of the Soft Winds
the children of Earth
Listen to YOU

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