Pencil

The pencil calls and tenderly I pick it up
Loving the familiar feel of it in my hand
It will try to do whatever I want it to
User-friendly and on-demand, it will
Write words or make elegant calculations
Sketch my life in winding lines and loops
Dancing across the page until I am dizzy
From the elegant dips and graceful swoops

The pencil loves me and cheers me up
When I am desolate, or just a little blue
It waits for me when I am running late
Making my schedule its schedule, too
And if I decide to pick it up and listen
And touch it gently to the empty page
It will tell me stories that I can replay
The pencil the actor, the paper the stage.