There Once Was a Little Book.
There was once a little book,
Who lived in a tiny, dusty nook
Worn and showing age,
Right past the entryway of the Children’s Orphanage.
Children passed by his shelf day after day
As they came home after school to play.
No one ever payed him any mind,
Him with his yellowing pages and tired bind.
He ached to be picked up, opened and read,
But the children preferred video games and movies instead.
Yet day by day he awoke full of hope and with a bright smile,
Sure that today somebody would pick him from that dreary aisle.
He remembered not too long ago, he had been the center of attention,
The coveted item of all children, held as the highest invention.
He wouldn’t have minded sharing his children if only
One or two still loved him; if he hadn’t been left all alone and so lonely.
He waited patiently each day, for all the toys to be chosen and taken away.
Now he’d be the last one on the shelf. He’d hear steps coming his way
“Today will be my day for sure!” he’d say with a contented sigh.
Then the steps would leave just as soon as they’d come. The little book would cry.
One afternoon, our little book noticed something was not the same.
As the children gathered together for a game,
The little book looked around at each of the girls and boys.
He noticed a different one looking down at him, no not another toy!
This boy with his green eyes and dark hair,
Picked him up and answered his prayer.
Our little book was opened and read.
He was loved and taken up to the little boy’s bed.
The little boy laughed as he read and said, “How wonderful is this book!”
The other children heard and hurried over to have a look.
Now everyone wanted to read the little book and discover the magic he had inside.
They laughed as they discovered the stories, and the little book smiled oh so wide.