Oh, the tragedy and pain,
All the joy and story slain
When suddenly pulled from sight
my book returned without a fight
and I am left in my disdain
of the web world without gain.
I trudge and troll across the screen
To find the book I lost in dream
And wait once more impatiently
For patrons of the library
To finish up MY story book
Returning that to which I’m hooked
Upon my tablet’s darkened face
Reading at a leisure pace
The rest of the story.