Others might be like me
Maybe I can be a leader;
Confessing I was weekly hooked
By (yes) the Weekly Reader.

I was only six years old
Not knowing that succeeding
My young life then was bound to be
A lifetime full of reading.

Every week we’d read about
A galaxy expanding
We read ourselves to rocketships
And on the first moon landing.

The Reader faded as we grew
And we turned other pages new
But learned within those books we’d share
That words could take us anywhere.