ATripToTheLibrary

Let me tell you

You've never seen anything like that library

So many books so much marble so quiet

And suddenly all of my confidence

Dribbled away with a pitiful plop

My head was beginning to swim

And my forehead was covered with cold perspiration

I started to reach for a book

And my hand automatically came to a stop

I don't know how long I stood frozen

A victim of panic and mortification

Ooh how I wanted to flee

When a quiet voice a gentle voice

Whispered Pardon me

And there was this dear sweet

Clearly respectable thickly bespectacled man

Who stood by my side and quietly sad to me

Ma'm' don't mean to intrude but I was just

Wondering are you need of some help

I said No yes I am

The next thing you know I'm sipping hot chocolate

And telling my troubles to Paul whose tender brown eyes

Kept sending compassionate looks

A trip to the library has made a new girl of me

For suddenly I can see the magic of books

I have to admit in the back of my mind

I was praying he wouldn't get fresh

And all of the while I was wondering

Why an illiterate girl should attract him

Then all of a sudden he said

That I couldn't go wrong with 'The Way Of All Flesh'

Of course it's a novel but I didn't know

Or I certainly wouldn't have smacked him

Well he gave me a smile that I couldn't resist

And I knew at once how much I liked this optometrist

You know what this dear sweet

Slightly bespectacled gentlemen said to me next

He said he could solve this problem of mine

I said How

He said if I'd like he'd willingly read to me

Some of his favorite things I said When

He said Now

His novel approach seamed highly suspicious

And possibly dangerous too

I told myself Wait thing dare you go up to his flat

What happens if things go wrong

It's obvious he's quite strong

He read to me all night long now how about that

It's hard to believe how truly

Domestic and happily hopeful I feel

I picture my Paul there

Reading aloud as I cook

As long as he's there to read

There's quite a good chance indeed

A chance that I'll never need to open a book

Unlike someone else

Someone I dimly recall

I know he'll only have eyes for me

My optometrist Paul