People wanted me when I was new,
They read me and learned things anew.
I felt proud to help them grow,
Happy to share my knowledge and show.

But then I was left on a shelf alone,
Forgotten and dusty, no one to call my own.
I thought my purpose was gone, oh so sad,
But still I hoped someone would make me glad.

One day, a reader found me and smiled,
My words were alive, my heart revived.
I'm grateful to share my stories once more,
Helping others learn, that's what I'm for.

I won't give up, no matter what's past,
I'll keep sharing my words, and hope will last.
© anaya raj singh