Browsing the Library

A million books to choose from
And little time to spare,.
I frantically race through the shelves
This is so unfair!

My mother calls, “It’s time to go!”
My brother looks quite bored.
How can they just be standing there
When so many adventures are stored?

I hustle through the titles.
My time has run away.
I grab a book or two or three.
My stack begins to sway!

It finally is time to go.
This is a disgrace!
It only takes five minutes to check out
My stack of fifty-eight.