Long after the book is done,
The tale lingers in our mind,
The words a magic would've spun,
Cannot leave those world behind.
Laugh, cry over the pages,
Of adventures wish and dream,
Ponder the path of ages,
Stifling a curse or a scream.
Whether it is good or bad,
To the story we are bound,
To our life, they richness add,
Companions, in books, we found.