If You Are Not a Reader
If you wait until the end comes, friend—
the end of the world, I mean—
to pick up a book and read,
you will never find out
how love and lust,
though cousins, differ,
and why one is far superior to the other.
Luck may sometimes nudge you in the right direction,
toward love and not toward lust,
but how lucky can you be if you are not a reader?
Posted on June 12, 2018, in Midweek Motif, Poets United, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged book, end, find, friend, how, lucky, lust, pick, read, reader, until, wait, why. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.