Author James Oppenheim Only on the days when my life has ebbedDo I feel the need of books to renew me …But on the days when I am quick and pouring with life,I turn to the book of the world at whatever page I happen to open it,And read what never yet was told in ink. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments