I am the librarian tending to my books
Sniffing, smelling, rearranging order
Perhaps one day I’ll read them
Be a reader instead of a hoarder
A world of so many tales
Told by those who breathed them
Where I can be lost, then found
And I can be relieved then
I am the librarian lending out my books
We can share such stories
Of those failures and losers
Or those who shined in glories
