The Pencil Poem by okeme james

THE-PENCIL

What kind of life am I born into?
So boring a life can be
No friends and no even an enemy!
Not a single being has felt the structure of my body.

Oh! I think I just heard my name
A mighty hand has taken hold of me
Swinging me, we move thru' the paths
Someone have eventually adopted me

Wow! A very beautiful crown on my head?
I never knew I will become a king one day
Stop! Stop! What on earth do you think you're doing?
Don't you know it hurts? You are eating me up for Christ's sake

Hey! Hey! Master can't you see?
Take a good look at what I am doing now
This is a beautiful work of art
This is my moment of ecstasy

My heart have been broken again, master
This must be absolute hell for me
I hope I don't languish here
I know the crown of pain awaits me again

The older I become the shorter I am
My master is not comfortable using me any longer
After all my wonderful services rendered on earth
Unceremoniously I was thrown away.