Poem -Journey To The Books

Journey to the books

In the morning I wake 

The window shows a lake

Just getting down from the stairs 

To have a milkshake

Gathering up my goods

And struggling through the woods

To see how the market looks 

It’s a journey to my books  

I’m just seeing all the shops 

People who mind their jobs

Some people out for a walk 

 And the people buying mops

I just want a mirror to see my looks

It’s a journey to my books

Finally, I now reached the Library

To read my favourite books on bravery 

No one needs a particular look

It was a lovely JOURNEY TO MY BOOKS