I Am Poem: By Gwen Roman

I am a book, watching the others getting picked out in the library of life, and wondering why people pick the

regular ones, why not me? I am a book , hardcover, strong,

I can take any fall or scratch or slam, why not me?

I am a book, wanting to teach and the reader to teach and the reader to give me notes on the margins-Why not me?   I am a book, quirky, my story I have is odd. Why not me?

I am a book, loyal, I will be there when you can’t sleep, your friends are gone – Why not me? When someone picks me out in the library of life, I know my story will be enjoyed.