All pencils Have feelings

The life of a pencil.

Equations,

Notes,

Words,

Letters,

Homework,

Sharpener.

Paragraphs,

Reports,

Drawings,

Poems,

Stories,

Sharpener.

Screenplays,

Placements,

Essays,

Doodles,

Sharpener,

Bin.

My life is on repeat,

But with every rewind I grow smaller,

With every use I diminish,

Until I am no longer taller,

I am now the smallest.

I live to be used,

But once I have served my purpose,

I am discarded,

Tossed into the bin,

Disregarded.

Many things can be done with me,

Careers shaped,

Lives changed,

Stories created,

Parties arranged.

My life in your hands,

My lead laying out a silver trail,

Words that change the world,

Large scrolls of lines,

I have unfurled.

You don’t really realize,

That we have significance,

We have meanings,

Pencils have a soul,

Pencils have feelings.

So when you toss me away,

Remember,

We have meanings,

We have emotions,

All pencils have feelings.