The lonely book
Once there was a book who sat
On a shekf of wooden slat
He was of paper and a
A golden time, a lost age
Who reads me now, who picks me up?
Who loves me now? I give up!
I can’t compete with technology
I feel trapped now, no longeer free
No purpose i serve, no usei have
None to give me a second look,
Cos i’m just a lonely book
A lonely book Life as we live it
From birth to death