Praise For the Pen

It was done I had once again put pen to paper. A line had come! An un bid swell Like a sea current in a well. Built, poured into and drawn from It had come, it had come. Not the best but a relief Now i could ink out a life, a grief, Make a friend Then bring them to an end. With a pen to pick and choose Win over your loss, not give a toss Hold them close again With just your pen.