My favourite golden fountain pen
Sat proudly in my pocket
Displayed for all the world to see
Like ladies would a locket
It hung there at the ready
For moment’s it must sign
The mundane things like letters
Or the cheques to pay for wine
At work it signed a stock take
And checks done on the till
It’s even been on legal trips
Signed a name upon my will
My golden pen has followed me
Through all my years and learning’s
Worked well through many years of toil
And signed for all my earnings
Now pen and I have both retired
Less pressure and less tension
The only thing my pen signs now
Is my name to get my pension?
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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I would like to translate this poem
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