My Pen

My pen is a like a mighty sword
I wield it like a cock
I never want to lay it down
Tho’ it tends to give a shock

My pen is like a magic wand
To cast a rainbow spell
I dip it in the colours
Of my magic mind’s ink well

The bluish ink that I’ve put down
The countless Bics I’ve drained
The sweat and toil, blood and tears
Have left these fingers stained

But when my pen is quiet
I keep it close to me
Perchance in some dream state
I’ll scribble legibly

For the words from me they do not come
My pen, a mere lightening rod
A quicksilver messenger
From this hand to God.

(c) 2011