Open Mic: Forgotten Treasure

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Discarded treasure; abandoned beneath the stars,
This far we weathered; in tandem we each see scars.

Mountainous masses; a malignant mound,
Pitiful piles stacked up by the pound.
A dreary disposal; forever dammed,
We're weary and lonesome; never a chance.

One afternoon we were approached by a gentle being,
Looking as worn as us, yet relentless, freeing.
He gazed upon us, sparks whisked in his eyes,
With an energy booming, persistent and spry.

Bending down he ran his fingers across one of our covers,
Romeo and Juliette, a classic tale of two lovers.
Then Alice, sweet Alice, about her tremendous journey,
And Oliver Twist, that poor boy and his endless worry.

His eyes were alight, burning with passion and flare,
He disappeared for a moment, then came back with a chair,
Upon it he sat, at the top of our mountain,
Foreign, familiar; raindrops on a fountain.

As he grew, we loved him, through the best and the worst,
And he loved us back, becoming immersed in our words.

In time he married, had a son and a daughter,
How proud we were, he became a man and a father.
To this day he still visits, brings his children as well,
Reading stories out loud of Alladin or Belle.

We'll never forget him, he brought us purpose and love,
And grandkids who roam freely like the sea or a dove.

He whispers gratitude, admires our craft,
And while we can't thank him in words,
He knows we already have.