How many have had what you and I shared?
The longevity, trust, perils and troubles;
In exams, tests, and all inking duties
You stood by me.
We went through a lot of troubles
The borrowings, and going missing
But we found each other again somehow
And we failed together - oh, Sweet failure!
Sorry for breaking you
I didn't mean to do it.
Sorry for losing your other piece
And sorry for not recognizing your worth till now.
You were such a good companion
You brought some meaning to my lonesome self
And gave me something to think about, and talk to,
And something worth writing to - and about.
I'll remember you old friend
I'll hold on to your substance - I promise.
Thank you for your good service,
My good old pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem