Like a Public Library is my Mind

Like a public library is my mind,
And I search its wrinkled rind,
For enlightenment, but never find. 

 

For long o'er the card catalog I pore,
Seeking vainly to fling wide the door
To knowledge that I hope's in store. 

 

My library's empty as a shell,
Though others' be a void as well,
Neither word nor deed will tell. 

 

-- copyright © 2005