The little silver book.

In this all grown up world, where technology rules,
And iPads and laptops are day-to-day tools.
Sometimes you need a reprieve, a respite.
And your heart must once more be filled with plain delight.

The little red caboose always came last
On my bookshelf in the past
It longed to be like other engines
Lacking in judgment or peer intervention.

Its spine faded, yet its heart is still gold
From mountains of knowledge, a tale unfolds.
Of courage and struggle and victory too,
Where the negatives fail and the good-guys win through.

Staying up, reading, reading all night, uncaring of the failing light.
The pages worn, gossamer thin, enthralling through the tale it spins.
A positive life, where no trouble brews,
A place of learning, where goodness ensues.
A place where it’s safe and you cannot lose.
My small silver book,
My little red caboose.