In the daily conundrum,
Of our digital lives,
Is there space still,
For the humble book,
The simple pleasure,
That once brought ease,
Before a night’s rest,
That signaled the start of holidays,
We treasured,
Or that ever so pleasant,
Sunday afternoon mellowing,
With book in hand,
And that cup of tea,
Not too far away,
Whatever the luxury,
Books are special,
To be read,
To be written,
To be loved,
Cherished,
And passed on,
I have my share,
I hope you have yours,
Happy World Book Day 🤍