Books are wonderful, they are great

At times they can be rather quaint

All those who write them, they are saints

A vivid picture they can paint

Into which you can escape

Entranced by the landscape

With it's world you have a date

No need to hurry, can't be late

It will never close it's gate

Will not slam it in your face

It will wait until the day

That you show up and you say

That life has beaten you today

And you need someplace to stay