Ode to the Book

Since the moment I held you in grasp
You've fueled my every aspiration
And although we've had our ups and downs
You've always sat there patiently

You've inspired men to do much evil
And then you convict them of their crimes
And you've elevated men to do much good
Yet you find flaws in their perfection

You've soared like an eagle
Yet you've never left your prison
You've dove 20,000 leagues under the sea
But still you remain hidden within your cage

With your pages like leathery dove wings
And your covers beckoning to us like the call of a mocking jay
Your alluring scent of nutmeg and cinnamon
Ensnares us in your nurturing web

From Baum to Dickinson
And from Bradbury to Rowling
You've ignited a fire inside of us all
You encourage us to change our world

Yes, you, books are the object of my praise
Like Pandora's box you contain our hope
We look to you to lead our future
Forgive us, book, we know not what we do

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