Poems:
I was built for worship
but am sacred to my fellows lip
where to go
but I'm too slow
I'll talk to god
and think how odd
as i see
with walking feet
there i lie
and there i cry
I see apostle
and I am docile
In 1910 i set fire
and i became a new desire
my roof was built
and i had some guilt
I have changed
and it is strange
I now have books
and similar looks
#2
I was first a church
and then I burnt down
I became something new
with books galore
I am old
and I am wise
with lots of people
as happy as can be
im glad I can help them
with my books on my shelf
colors like rainbows
and full of good things
like history, and fairytales
but most of all
I am a library
I was built for worship
but am sacred to my fellows lip
where to go
but I'm too slow
I'll talk to god
and think how odd
as i see
with walking feet
there i lie
and there i cry
I see apostle
and I am docile
In 1910 i set fire
and i became a new desire
my roof was built
and i had some guilt
I have changed
and it is strange
I now have books
and similar looks
#2
I was first a church
and then I burnt down
I became something new
with books galore
I am old
and I am wise
with lots of people
as happy as can be
im glad I can help them
with my books on my shelf
colors like rainbows
and full of good things
like history, and fairytales
but most of all
I am a library