O friends trapped within volumes, I promise I’ll dust you soon,
And get to those left unread — I’m sure in some blue moon!
The bindings make me happy, and the titles make me smug;
But knowledge left un-accessed is like wells left un-dug.
For the vessels may be filled all the way up to the brim,
But the storehouse will remain empty until I do begin.
May this year be the richer for every tome I read
And may my reading habits match the bibliophile’s greed!