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”