We Are Pencils
We are nothing but pencils
Made by God: immortal and sacred;
Our footprint on life: good or evil
And what we write on others:love or hatred.
We are nothing but pencils
Sharpened by parents, places and peers
And desired by God and devils
But to whom we yield is our life given to steer.
You may write in black and white
Your plane poems will be gladly commended
And you may write in the colours of the night
The man behind your mask will be fiercely rewarded.
We are nothing but pencils and life a paper ,
What we write are seeds of history ;
Repentance or continuance is not an eraser,
The more we live the more we write a golden story.
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