It was 2nd grade
I had my favorite tiny pencil in my hand
Admiring it with pride
No one person could understand
Then a young boy came along
He snatched it out of my grasp
Before I could think
He tossed it into the trash
Rivers poured down the sides of my face
Lost and trapped I cried
Staring upon my perfect tiny pencil
My little heart began to die
The teacher came over and rolled her eyes
She handed me back my pencil
So in my hand it lies
I'll never forget that day
That moment in time
This was no dollar bill
This was a dime
It was only a pencil
But it was so much more
Its value in kindness not in core
It was 8th grade
Maybe my favorite class
I had my new favorite pencil
Happy to make it last
I put the pencil down
For a minute on the oak
I walked away and came back
And then it was broke
My super cool pencil
I just got
Now destroyed with nothing to help
Not a thought
My teacher looked down
At my face of despair
And as I walked into the next class
Though not repaired
There was a new pencil
Bigger and cooler then before
It was just a pencil
But you made it so much more
