My Friend the Pen
Can I tell you of a time
I had lost the will to rhyme
All the colors turned gray and black
On my writing I turned my back
Nothing seemed to inspire me
So my pen I did not set free
I went years without inking a word
I know to some that must sound absurd
But soon a voice in my head started to shout
You need to get all these thoughts out
So I reunited with my friend the pen
The ink had started to flow again
Every thought I would write
No matter how ordinary and trite
So glad I let my pen be free
Now I'm starting to feel like me
So thank you to my old friend the pen
I'll never turn my back on you again
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