by Naomi Shihab Nye
Who's rich?
The boy with a book he hasn't read yet.
The girl with a tower of books by her bed.
She opens and opens and opens.
Her life starts everywhere.
Who's rich?
Anyone befriended again & again
by a well-loved book.
This is a wealth
we never lose.
from I Am the Book Poems selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, 2011, Holiday House
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