Paper

My first A for Apple was written on you, dear paper, How gladly I scribbled on you with colorful crayons! I erase what is written, lo, things change like a vapor, No metal could be compared with you, yet... gold silver, or bronze...! Like a vine in the wine-presser, lo, pains you undergo, How immaculately white, yet, you come out very neat; When I found you first I was taken up by your grand glow, The first poem I wrote on you, my friends said, was so sweet...! I use you, I just know that you are very submissive, Like a servant humbly, yet, willingly, serves his master; Words written on you are good once; other times derisive, Your pages, everyone knows, make peace; also bring disaster...! You have been encompassing yourself in this world so wide, You are as white as the white wool; you have nothing to hide...!!!