My Life Is Pen and Paper

My life is pen and paper My world was built with them And still they’re true forever Till when the worlds will end They helped me with the letters And see me through life’s school They know when, if and whether My returns would be good Now pen then ink and feather Who stored up memories Upon cloth or brown paper Now made to history They're true and never skitter About what has been known Their wisdom's cheap, but glitters And turns us into gold My world is pen and paper My life made colourful And blessed by these two mothers I bless thee my people They helped me with math furthered And also with the games Now through the storm and weather They've risen up my name When even in cold winter Their work’s still beautiful And as it gets colder They are more wonderful Life was made with you my brothers Well made like the sparkling stars That shines and points their fingers To none but God on high