A worn passage in a much loved book
with a spine that has relaxed with time
but still manages, easily, to hold itself together.
Though, that easily is not always so easy
he seeks to appear so
for the sake of warm fingers that clasp him.
When placed on a shelf he leans,
ever so lightly, to the side.
Not because he needs the support
but because he senses others do
but are too proud.
Besides, he likes the view.
This book is you. You are a timeless classic.
Thank you for letting me read your words.