The Pencil

It may be an obsqure topic to write about, but I think it another one of my favorites.

The Pencil

I grasp a piece of wood in my hand

And discover it’s just much more.

The key to unlock a perfect story

The hammer to a house of words.

 

It forges my creations that I dream

From chilling mysteries to amazing fantasies

And true stories or legends beyond.

It has no limits.

 

Anyone can afford one

Anyone can have one

But it is so surprising

That no limits can be so cheap. 

 

So later today, forge your own tale

Because I’m sure you have the key

To anything you wish for

Is in your bags you carry.

 

Some don’t understand

That so many wonderful things

Can come out of something so small.

(Unless you forget to sharpen it.)

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems.