I wrote this poem many years ago when I realized how much reading meant to me. It is a "refreshing" activity. I hope you'll like this rhymed poem:
A tear is the beer that a lonely man drinks.
A book is the brook where I go to think.
I sit a my table of escape and I bathe
in the rippling waters that flow from each page.
Whenever I feel sorrow or pain,
I put on my trunks , and go swimming again.
I swim the cool waters that take me away
From the dull, lonely living that comes with each day.
If I get tired as the pages go by,
I climb out of the water, and wipe myself dry.
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