Like a public library is my mind,
And I search its wrinkled rind,
For enlightenment, but never find.
For long o'er the card catalog I pore,
Seeking vainly to fling wide the door
To knowledge that I hope's in store.
My library's empty as a shell,
Though others' be a void as well,
Neither word nor deed will tell.
-- Jay Dearien, copyright © 2005 Jay Dearien