Books and Seats

Paper, glue and pieces of string,

One or too many drops of ink.

A word, a phrase, a sentence that hook,

These are the things that make a book.

It starts with a thought, a single word,

Let it sit, and you may see it's worth.

If the thought's no good, just think again.

An idea will rise, I'm pretty certain.

There will be times when you tire of it,

It's just too much, you want to quit.

My advice, dear friend, is leave your pen,

Go outside, play, or take a vacation!

(I think I could use one, right now!)

Your book is your reflection, keep that in mind,

Whatever is written, is of your design.

Inspire, give hope, teach a lesson or two,

What's put on paper is up to you.

So, my friend, remember, it's not just a book,

Blood, sweat and tears, are what it took.

To have your fellow man, take it home to read,

While they do number two, on the toilet seat.