BOOKS

I look from its windows
To the Streets below
Old building with Angels on top.

Brass handles on every door
Warm and cosy, this is my Aladins cave,
I was just a boy of ten,
But its magic I can't forget.

This was a place of my dreams
Perfect lady, she checked our hand,
To see if they were clean
The smell of polished wood.

Books on every shelf
This a place of escape from the outside world,
I see its lights, shining in the night
Sit there for hours on end,

Little book my best friend.
Now my childhood has gone,
Victorian library still stands.