Ode to an Ever-Closed Library in Seaside

Boo-hoo.

Boo-hoo.

Can you see my tears?

The lovely breeze and sun

Their battle they have won

But to sit and read and write and think

Such pleasures I have none.

Forlorn

I sit

Stranded on a sidewalk

'Tis useless reasons ye hath closed

To government you have brown-nosed

Mine feeble heart longs only for thee

But returned affection I only supposed.

Sigh.