the book
perhaps the printed words were a gift
to help a friend through a lonely time.
or to aid the beginning of a career shift
wherein one becomes a maestro of rhyme.
i feel history in the pages, one i will never know
now, herein, an opportunity: to learn something new.
under the summer sun, i yearn to grow
like a budding rose: it's time to bloom; to break through.
- James
June 02, 2024