At long last I’ve been picked up again.
Will I be checked out? Or simply remain?
In my time I’ve been thrown and tossed.
For many years I was hidden away, lost.
What is that?! I feel my spine move, tingle,
Like music to the soul steady jingle.
He is making his way to the check out,
But from the beginning I had no doubt.
That one day I would again by freed,
Because after all, I am a very good read.
Christopher Meredith
