The Museum Pen

I went to a museum And its focus is design. They offered me a special pen; I chose, though, to decline. It was an interactive toy To add to the exhibits, But learning new technology My aging brain prohibits. I wandered 'round and read the cards Describing what was there While others tapped their pens in ways I'd chosen not to dare. I didn't mind until a room Entitled just "Immersion" And watched while walls transformed From white to every pen-folk's version. They got to play creatively While I stood on the side, Bemoaning an experience I'd to myself denied. A fellow offered me his pen; Embarrassed, I said no, But I'll accept my own The very next time that I go. Though fears should not inhibit An attempt at something new, So many people just like me Lose out because they do.