When troubles get the best of me

And friends have gone astray,

I have a place I like to go

That isn’t far away.

 

I need no train to take me there,

Nor swift and mighty steed,

For what I do when I am sad

Is find a book to read.

 

The stories take me everywhere,

I travel in my mind.

Whene’er the hero must move on,

I won’t be far behind.

 

I live his life in all detail.

His thoughts are my thoughts, too.

How can I share a life so rich

And find time to be blue?

 

So when you’re feeling woebegone

And friends are hard to find,

Open up a waiting book

And leave your cares behind.

 

© by Lois Corcoran.

Used with the author’s permission.