poetry

“Books” Poem

Books

By Ashley O’Hare

I have never understood

Why people think they have just one life,

Because there on a shelf of wood

Are hundreds of lives in which I thrive.

Deep within the pages from a tree

Are adventures, lessons, friendships,

And characters that are now a part of me,

Ready for me to join them on their latest trip.

One life could simply never be enough.

I would be too naive—

Incapable of calling one out on their bluff

If the experience from my limited days was all I had achieved.

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