Scrawling thoughts like a toddler,
Using Camlin, Faber-Castell or Staedtler,
Mightier than a knife,
A pencil writes all its life.
At times, acting like a lead breaker,
A pencil is sharpened by a sharpener,
Shaving away it's worn surface,
At a fast pace.
After making a mistake,
Running to a corrector for that moment's sake,
Covering up even for something silly,
An eraser erases selflessly.
Watching how far the pencil goes,
Leading it straight is what it vows,
Moving over paper like a bird that's free,
It knows it can count on a ruler like 1, 2, 3.
The paper is your life and the pencil is you,
To all your deeds you must stay true.
Your life is similar to a small stationery kit,
So, why vaunt? Enjoy life's every bit.
Pencil is me. Leading me straight.👏
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DeleteWonderful and I am enjoying every bit of my Life. 🤗
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DeleteAmazing bro. Such a nice imagination, and wordings that you had made. Altogether a very nice poem.
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