Two books lay in a wooden bookcase

And sorry I could not read the duo

And be one reader, long I pace

And looked down at the base

To where it ended in the logo;

Then took the other being just as splendor,

And having perhaps the better frame,

Because it was wordy and had a hard cover;

Though as for that, the reading compeller

Had informed them really just the same,

And both that wrote equally sweet

In one no pages had wear.

Oh, I kept the first for another treat!

Yet knowing how days go by is bittersweet

I doubted if I should ever be back there.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere in the future when you read this sentence:

Two books lay in a bookcase, and I-

I took the one less read by,

And that has made all the difference.