The Pen Is Right

THE PEN IS RIGHT When white meets black Letters are seen When light meets dark Secrets are seen It’s no sin to confide in men seen Like short memory, they too will fade Happy are you if you thirst for the God unseen For by Him is all things perfectly made The dots on my “I”s spell perfection The cross on my “t”s define completion But my eyes have seen no all Even teas brew so sour Don’t trust my first thrust Else you see your trust rust As cold as ice’s frost We all shall shroud in the dust Mind neither my cap nor my fissure For it was mould by man But I shall decide its pressure Delivering in you much needed pleasure; On time, always like a delivery van THE INVINCIBLE PEN