Lines and rhymes

The pen

So.. I went on a walk
And found a pen today
It's a pretty colour
A bit of red on grey

And to be honest
It's not really new
'Might have been used
By Ibsen too

The pen I think
Is not for use
The plastic cap
Has come loose

The metal nib's
Been used so much
It might just break
From a single touch

The ink in it
was coloured red
So when I wrote
The pen just bled

Then I sat thinking
Where the pen has been
It might've been writing
Through thick and thin

Has expressed maybe
So many thoughts?
Or has been through
very long draughts?

Maybe it has written
A billion stories
Or maybe seen poets
In all their glories

The pen once filled
And refilled again
Maybe to write a book
To guide the men

It might've written
Words so queer
Muddling some thoughts
Making some clear

And then one day
The pen got lost
Dropped from a pocket
Buried in the frost

Coming a long way
Down generations
Writing words of sorrow
Rage, or celebrations

The pen now lays
Workout and tired
At a bottom of my drawer
Asleep and quiet

—halaenoor