The lonely book

Once there was a book who sat

 

On a shekf of wooden slat

 

He was of paper and a 

 Page

A golden time, a lost age

Who reads me now, who picks me up?

Who loves me now? I give up!

I can't compete with technology

I feel trapped now, no longeer free

No purpose i serve, no usei have

None to give me a second look,

Cos i'm just a lonely book

       A lonely book Life as we live it

                          From birth to death