These Books, With Their Dusty Face

These books, with their dusty face,

Once smart shelves they did grace,

But that was quite some time ago,

When I didn’t much better know.

I thought then that the more I read,

The more facts I stuffed in my head,

The more knowledge I could retain,

The greater the success I would attain.

But now better I’ve come to know,

And so of these books I’m letting go.

They’re heaped up in a jumbled pile,

And might stay so for a further while,

Till I sell or gift them, if I possibly can,

This is what’s now for them my plan.

Although on them much money I spent,

On their departure I won’t at all repent,

I’ll be pleased, and won’t drown in grief,

For me it’ll come as an immense relief!