You, my friend, are a comfortable book;
A catalogue of reason.
I page mark you with sunshine
till we meet again next season.
Revelations on your parchment face
speak volumes to me.
You're a romantic novel, and adventure guide,
a comic book and a mystery.
I love to turn your pages.
You're the Herald without stale news.
You're one publication
I can't afford to loose.
You're a body of knowledge,
full of entertainment, leisure and art.
We flow from chapter to chapter,
whether we near or far apart.
I subscribe to your opinion column.
You give the best advise in town.
When it's time for true confessions
you never run me down.
You're an encyclopedic master,
my protector and Tribune.
You discern fact from fiction
and are slow to judge or assume.
What better gift be my reward
than a boundless treasure such as you?
Whether hard-bound or soft copied
we bookmark and start anew.
You, my friend, are a comfortable book;
A catalogue of reason.
I page mark you with sunshine
till we meet again next season.
Dedicated to Margaret
