A Trip To The Library
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Let me tell you, you've never seen anything like that library
So many books, so much marble, so quiet!
And suddenly all of my confidence dribbled away with a pitiful plop
My head was beginning to swim and my
Forehead was covered with cold perspiration
I started to reach for a book and my hand automatically came to a stop
I don't know how long I stood frozen
A victim of panic and mortification
Oh, how I wanted to flee
When a kindly voice, a gentle voice, whispered, "Pardon me"
And there was this dear, sweet, clearly
Respectable, thickly bespectacled man
Who stood by my side and quietly said to me, "Ma'am
Don't mean to intrude, but I was just
Wondering, are you in need of some help?"
I said, "No"
"Yes, I am"
The next thing I know I'm sipping hot
Chocolate and telling my troubles to Paul
Whose tender brown eyes kept sending compassionate looks
A trip to the library has made a new girl of me
For suddenly I can see the magic of books
I have to admit that in back of my mind
I was praying he wouldn't get fresh
And all of the while I was wondering why
An illiterate girl should attract him
Then all of a sudden he said that I
Couldn't go wrong with The Way of All Flesh
Of course it's a novel, but I didn't know
Or I certainly wouldn't have smacked him
But he gave me a smile that I couldn't resist
And I knew at once how much I liked this optometrist
You know what this dear, sweet, slightly
Bespectacled gentleman said to me next?
He said he could solve this problem of mine
I said, "How?"
He said if I'd like, he'd willingly
Read to me some of his favorite things
I said, "When?"
He said, "Now"
His novel approach seemed highly
Suspicious and possibly dangerous, too
I told myself, "Wait, think, dare you go up to his flat?
What happens if things go wrong?
It's obvious he's quite strong"
He read to me all night long
Now, how about that?
It's hard to believe how truly domestic and happily hopeful I feel
I picture my Paul there, reading aloud as I cook
As long as he's there to read, there's quite a good chance indeed
A chance that I'll never need to open a book
Unlike someone else, someone I dimly recall
I know he'll only have eyes for me
My optometrist, Paul