A folder that the pages fall out
Spilling out in total disarry
Disorganized, aimless, unbound
A flashy cover, all that is without
No definition, no depth within
A flash in the pan, soon shelved
A well bound book, unadorned, timeless
A multivolume set, multifaceted, deep
A lifetime of new discoveries
Every chapter a varied volume
To be discovered in time's being
With a bit of patient comprehension
A child's book marred and worn
Colouring that strays the lines
Tossed aside and grown beyond
Still kept by those unknowing
Unable to stay in the lines
To see, to be those credited colours
Never fitting in, a diversion
The finest insight comes
From the simplest images shared
Wherein lies truth precious
Wisdom's bound leaves
Pages of history's procession
Such knowledge truly priceless
So many volumes to peruse
So little time to understand