When Books Die
Whenever that time has finally come
And they say, “The last printed book is done!
Dusty covers and page-turning by hand?
Forgotten for all the screens in the land!”
When an I-Pad, Kindle, or Blackberry
Has more volumes than the public library;
The day reading an author clear through
Gives way to clicking just a page or two;
Familiar glow upon the reader’s face?
Comes from device, not a faraway place.
Then with a sad little sigh to myself,
I will take an old friend down off the shelf;
And I’ll get lost again in distant world,
Once the joy of any true boy or girl.