Pencil,
Ah, wondrous pencil,
You’re always there,
My faithful companion,
Though you may sometimes break,
You’ll always sharpen back to point
Ready to transfer my every thought
To paper,
Or desk,
Or wall.
Eraser always ready to do away with my mistakes.
Oh my dear friend pencil I owe you so much.
Ah, wondrous pencil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this reminds me of my long lost poem about a pen! I totally agree with the ode!