Lifes Notebook

My Dear Old Pen

Here I sit, all alone once again

Just me and my faithful dear old pen

It always seems to help me figure things out

No matter what I'm thinking about

As I scribble my words on this writing pad

No matter what I'm feeling, happy or sad

I think it may just be my dearest friend

It never lets me down, my dear old pen

When I was just a very young girl

My biggest problem was the way my hair curled

My pen was already there for me

Helping me to express what others couldn't see

When love decided to shatter my heart

It was there for me when my world fell apart

It was always there helping me charter my courses

It helped me get thru two divorces

And when I was ready to let new love in

It was faithfully there for me once again

When nobody else understands how I feel

I know that my pen always will

Yes, we do live in a new age of computers and such

But staring at a keyboard just isn't enough

Staring at that blank computer screen

Just isn't the same if you know what I mean

But when I pick up my pen and put it to my pad

It all seems to pour out, the good and the bad

No matter if I'm going thru happy or difficult times

The words just pour out and they all seem to rhyme

And when the words pour, I feel a release

And all of my anguish seems to cease

Loving, Hurting, Lonely, or Mad

The feelings can be amazing or terribly bad

Either way, I can always count on my truest friend

I'm so happy I have my dear old pen

And there's another way that it always helps me too

When a loved one is hurting and there's nothing I can do

I just put my pen on my paper and let it go

And it always seems to help me to let them know

That I feel their pain and that I really care

And that I will always try to be there

I know that everyone has ups and downs, struggling and strife

My dear old pen helps me deal with this thing called life

© Written by Jeannie Marie Baisden 2013