My Pencil's Waiting
My pencil’s waiting patiently
To transfer what I think
Onto pages in my notebook
(More erasable than ink).
It follows my commands and yet
The words are then erased,
Rejected for another round
With which they are replaced.
This No. 2 is not at fault
If I don’t want to write
Of sickness, aging or the news,
Or any other plight.
And thus I jot a little rhyme,
So I’m not out of joint,
To get my pencil working
For, of course, that is its point.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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