I am not a book
Shelved and waiting
Only good enough for a look
When information needs obtaining
I am not a resource
Drowning in my facts
Only worthy of discourse
When you feel there’s knowledge your brain lacks
I am not a cheat sheet
an index of answers and solutions
Only good enough to greet
When you’re having trouble with confusions
Is that what I am to you?
Someone waiting to assist?
Only good enough to pursue
When something needs to be fixed?
Am I not your friend?
So long giving blindly?
Only good enough til the end
When it’s time to be discarded unkindly
I am sick of being used,
So sick of being lonely
Only good enough to be abused
Until someone sees that I am me
© Jennifer Hill 2001