My pen
As i put my pen to paper
words never come easy to me
To write of love or the trials of life
or things that are meant to be
My ink is scarce this pen is old
its wrote so many lines
Its seen its days brought joy to others
a pen that is only mine
It leads the way when my mind is tired
works my fingers to the bone
My golden pens my one and only
comfort when i feel alone
There's words for him, words for her
words that may seem true
My golden pen sails on the sea
when i am feeling blue
Many writers suffer a block
I've been there once or twice
But like a knight in shining Armour
my pen writes all things nice
I suppose one day my pen will fade
as all things come to an end
I will always remember the work
that was done by my best friend.
Copyright© Sharon
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