Dusty Book


High on a shelf, a dusty book

Time passes by, without a look

In time long past, it was treasured more

On Grandma’s chest, just inside her door

Later on in mothers care, she took it’s words most everywhere

I thought it old and out of place, I put it there and ran my race

The days turned on, troubles never cease

I dusted off the BOOK, and entered HIS peace

Ralph Leavers

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