I Would Rather Delve

I would rather delve

Into dusty bookshelves.

There are other pleasures,

But the treasures

Of literature stay

While a girl’s smile

Soon fades away.

 

Yet, literature has no arms

And, on a December day

Young women’s charms

May tempt me away

From my dust covered books

To girl’s who’s looks

Must fade to dust,

Though today they may play.