A book fair

A noisy, busy, yet a quiet place. 

The noise is not outward 

But one's heavy inward thoughts 

Of what to choose and What not to.

What can be read and what cannot 

Most come in with a choice of fixed reads

Some come to see the cheapy reads 

Some the attractive illustrations for kids 

Some come to add books to their collection.

A book fair, I must say, is a place of grace.

But What's the point of going to a book fair 

When poetry isn't treated fair 

Is it really that you don't care 

Or is it really the fare 

For some books might be a nightmare, 

But there are those that really care. 

Some know what they like and want 

Some don't know what they like and want.

Know that whatever book you choose 

Is a choice of yours and it's completely fair.

But don't leave poetry unnoticed it's completely unfair, 

Just stand stop and stare.

So that poetry may gain some love at the fair.

And poems may gain some lover's affairs 

Apart from those nasty snarls and stares.