Bookman
A wealthy man shows intellect,
from pondering his manuscripts.
He’s never been on ship nor train,
to see the world, he’s too afraid.
For now he cowers inside his room,
content to watch the flowers bloom.
Roses and wildflowers from his window,
same books and view from his youth.
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16681107-Bookman-by-Sasha-Logan
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