13th October 2021

When I cannot walk, or even stumble
I tend to reach out for a tome,
Something familiar, alluring, satisfying, 
Suitably comforting when all alone.

Plot lines broad enough for easy tracking
Leaping seamless from word to word,
Charging hard towards a climax,
Highly sensible or quite absurd.

Stress relieved by a simple closing
Moving tension to a better time,
Tomorrow for that final chapter,
Bringing completion, oh so sublime.


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