Below is the poem entitled We are Pregnant Pencils which was written by poet
Adeite. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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We are nothing but pencils without eraser,
And life a big book, not made up of papers.
Our footprint on life is our sorry or success story,
How we walk determines our gloom or glory.
We are pencils meant to draw lines and links
With either an invisible or indellible ink.
Our blueprints are in three stages and structures:
Our past pages, present prints and future features.
Our past pages cannot be completely erased,
Trying to re-write on them makes them defaced.
My friend, close that chapter and write a new one;
Each new day presents a new page to write on.
Our present prints are presented in timely chances…
How we chose to embrace cheers and challenges,
Taming tears, tending our tender treasures;
Each day is a brick or broom to our future.
The future’s features are loads of incredible art,
You can only view them when we open our heart:
Your dreams present platform to play your part.
Dream big with the little you have and dare to start.
We are priceless pencils and life is our paper;
What we write makes our lives bitter or better.
Refusal to write does not make the world stagnant;
It only makes a man’s page dormant though pregnant.
We are nothing but pregnant pencils without erasers,
Impregnated by places, people and… higher powers,
Yet what we write carries our copyright,
We cannot erase, so write to your delight.
Copyright (c) 2012 by Adeleke Adeite.