My Library

Each woman is a storybook
And many I have read
Often until late at night
As companions
In my bed

And some of them were paperbacks
Soft and very small
With much inside their tiny binding
That isn’t easy to recall

And some of them were novels
Indeed novel in their ways
So I read them very carefully
And we lasted many days

And one or two I must admit
I never got to finish
So wondering how they really end
Makes their memory not diminish.

©1971 David P. Cannon
6-4-1971