A poem about a book.

The book with the ragged cover
and the occasional bent corner
doesn’t always have what I’m looking for

Some days, it’s simply one more puzzle
I have yet to figure out

I don’t always look to books for answers
Still, I hope there’s something I might find
to help me understand

so I don’t keep asking the same questions
that I bring up time and time and time again

Every day, I check the book
for the next quest to undertake
the next step on the path

Today I may solve one piece of the puzzle
Tomorrow? Well, who knows…

(26 May 2015)