Master Librarian

Rows of books along a wall
Lay in a room so bright
Each one labeled by its name
Readable by sight

The man in charge now pulls one out
And read a line or two
Shakes his head and puts it back
He knows it will not do

One by one he reads them all
And has to shed a tear
Each book is not ready yet
Not even one is near

Then he sees a little book
Which he must have passed
The date reveals it’s very new
And yet it’s built to last

A smile shows on the man in charge
His heart still filled with grief
So many books just sitting here
So many more he needs

The searching goes without a rest
Until the day is through
What will happen when he picks
The book that’s labeled “You?”