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.
K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael.
My pleasure, Kevin! Sorry, i had a delay again. In winter i always tending to hug pillows. Lol xx Michael