Assorted Stuff

LATIN TEXTS

Now the forgotten pages,
The lessons not desired,
The yellowed, dusty, unturned pages
Crumble as dust motes are visible
In the late afternoon sun.

As the sun fades, the shelves are
In shade, and the texts of the old
Curriculum, the keys to a language
of ages long past,
Sit on their edges, battered by time,
While their bindings loosen,
Their spines turn to powder,
And their many lessons become only
ignored dust.