THE JOY OF READING SLOWLY

 

I am an avid reader now that I’m older, but not so long ago

back in school I was admonished because I read too slow.

 

For many years I did not read: no books…no prose…no verse

I’m reading again but I now see my slowness as a blessing…not a curse.

 

When I open a book I never know what the author has in store.

Will there be drama, comedy, mystery or perhaps a little something more?

 

Once I saw a book as only words on paper...that made them seem so bland.

Now I see them as stepping stones into another land.

 

From the comfort of my bed or chair the adventure doth begin

for once I turn a page I’m going to a place I’ve never been

 

I can journey to exotic lands, witness untold beauty so sublime...

It’s even possible in a book to go traveling through time.

 

I can help solve difficult cases, know what’s lingering behind that door

I can feel the joy of love when it emerges, or the horrors of a war.

 

Where else can I travel the globe and experience such wonderful panoramas

all from the safety of my home while still in my pajamas?

 

Which brings me back to reading slowly, if I can travel from the present to the past,

from one world to the next, why would I want to go fast?

 

No, I prefer to take my time…for it’s part of my overall plan

once I’m in a book, to linger as long as I can.

 

So to my old teachers I say do not worry

although my reading skills have not improved with age

the joy I get from reading

 

lasts a little longer on each page.


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