The Humble Pen
The Humble Pen (by Steven Cooke)
What dreams we have,
We share with the pen.
What love we find,
We share with the pen.
What happiness we find,
We share with the pen.
When our soul bleeds,
We find solace in the pen.
When our hearts are broken,
We find comfort in the pen.
When all hope is lost,
We find salvation in the pen.
And when we leave this mortal coil.
We will leave the pen,
for our Children to pick up.
For the pen, is a rainbow,
For our dreams, hopes and fears.
Where the heart and soul has a voice.
Where love resides for your fellow man,
And where beauty is found everywhere.
It confirms our existence, our beliefs.
And though our lives are brief.
It is a noble quest,
A gift of love to the world,
And a seed of hope,
So Let the children plant and nurture this hope
And they too will see the rainbow
Let this legacy nourish their lives
With love and beauty,
And let the humble pen go on,
To find the next voice,
The next chapter on this wonderful planet.
We Call earth.
Copyright © Steven Cooke | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment