Snap out of reverie and then
Pick up those old musty classics,
Flip the pages that authors sent
Unfurl a new wave of magic.

Literature is a treasure
Worth a thousand spirits and souls;
Providing eternal leisure,
Inspiration, hope, dreams, and goals.

The most noble products of books
Are the people they educate
Who cannot be measured by looks,
For to be inspired is their fate.

Now sits an innocent reader
And tomorrow a hailed leader
Whose life is a certain likeness
Of the contents of wings' caress.

Try to question the greatest men
What truly aided their success;
The answer would be: the words lent
By writers, poets, their muses.

What could overpower a book
Or one of its cherished pages?
What could surpass paths a poem took
Or one of its lines for ages?