Book Worm

Once a bookworm had a kindle in his hand

Sat beside a cheerful fire by the hearth

The hearth warmed his body

And the kindle warmed his heart.

 

The pages as he turned

Memories many returned

Looked back with a long sight

Many hours passed by the night

 

He never got up in the morning

Many people came for his mourning

The epitaph on his headstone read

Warmed did he many a heart

Wormed his way from the book to the earth.