A book that can summarize my feelings about books so exactly is worth mentioning. I came across this book a few weeks ago and realized that this should be the epitaph inscribed on my tombstone when I die. Oh, how blissful it would be, to spend eternity reading. Please Bury Me in the Library
Please Bury Me in the Library Please bury me in the library
In the clean, well-lighted stacks
Of Novels, History, Poetry,
Right next to the Paperbacks, Where the Kids’ Books dance
With True Romance
And the Dictionary dozes.
Please bury me in the library
With a dozen long-stemmed proses. Way back by a rack of Magazines,
I won’t be sad too often,
If they bury me in the library
With Bookworms in my coffin.