Library Books

I wrote in a library book today.
Under the cover in the front of the book.

I think, no book should ever end.
Not that anyone should add to the original story, but that everyone should be able to add their own words.
There should be a hundred blank pages at the end, for whomever to write on.

This would be abused and rarely anything profound or worthwhile would be established, of course, but it’s a nice thought.
If only everyone could appreciate words so much. It would be so very inspiring.

Perhaps one day someone will find what I wrote and appreciate what I had to say.
Perhaps no one will ever even notice there are more words, hidden under the cover.
But I hope they do.