For the Love of Reading
When we are young,
We learn to read and write,
Look at the page,
And watch the words take flight
And in those words
We find the self within
Through highs and lows
We find where we begin
A magic place
Somewhere we can call home
A nice escape
To places we can roam
For all my time
I've never found a way
To give my thanks
For making my life gay
This poem is about:
Me