My Poetry: I Have a Book I Carry

I Have a Book I Carry

I have a book I carry, much older than myself.
I always take it with me, wherever I may go.
I’d never dream to leave it, just sitting on a shelf.
It is just a little thing, of poetry and prose.

Whenever I go out to eat, I always pull it out,
And read aloud a page or two, alone or with a guest.
They never seem to disagree, or throw a temper fit.
But rather marvel at the thought, at what I might present.

There is so much to tell you, about my little book,
The lessons that it taught me, are many and sublime.
I wish to share these treasures, with everyone I meet,
So they may appreciate, the wisdom held inside.

I have memories of reading, to loved ones who are gone,
The lines that made them laugh and smile, and sometimes shed a tear,
Will stay with me through all my life, as treasures held most dear,
I would not trade this little book, for anything I fear.

And this book is filled with more, of that which I adore,
Little pieces of the truth, to help me understand;
I should learn to know myself, and reverence my God,
And always take it with me, wherever I may go.