Sorry, I’m a slow reader, it’s true,
Each word I ponder, each sentence I chew,
In the realm of books, I find my retreat,
Where stories and thoughts in harmony meet.
The pages, they whisper, tales of old,
My journey through them, a treasure to hold,
With patience as my guide, I embrace the art,
Of savoring each line, igniting my heart.
The characters dance within my mind,
Their emotions and struggles, vividly defined,
Though the pages turn not as swiftly for me,
The depth I discover is worth every plea.
So let the world rush in its rapid stride,
In the universe of books, I choose to confide,
For within these pages, time finds its grace,
And I’ll relish each chapter, at my own pace.
A symphony of words, I humbly explore,
With every read, I cherish it more,
So bear with me, dear friends, if you may,
For in the world of literature, I’ll always stay.
The Poems I Never Wrote 