The Pencil
A pencil is a rod of gold
Great stories it has told
Like a human with small imperfections
But it is trying,at least,for the right direction
It's a social being,it needs words to survive
With an advanced journalist it will thrive
A pencil is like a human, just like you or me
It doesn't have eyes, but yet it can see
It sees the wonder of a world filled with words
And then it watches them soar like birds.
