One sunny afternoon I found an old Book,
It was old, torn, and dirty,
At least, from the first look,
But I picked it up anyway and stared down it's front
Not word was upon it,
So in short, the cover was, blunt,
But I took the book home that day,
To see what I could find,
And I read in the evening,
For a very, long time...
The Book started off with a tale old as time,
But I thought it was intriguing,
So I let it flood my mind.
It told me of hope,
Yet I laughed at the thought,
Then it told me not to mope,
And I caught on to its plot.
The Book helped me think,
As I read it each day,
And I tried to act as it told me,
In ever