I walked towards the library

To pick up a new book

But as I turned the corner

I didn’t like the look

Of people crowded inside

I could overhear their chatter

I picked up on the word “closing”

And clearly it would matter

And then again I heard that word

Coming from my right

I saw a sad librarian

It wasn’t a pleasant sight

I asked her what was happening

Why she felt so low

And then that’s when she spoke the words

“Soon this place will go”