I’ve lost it again,
My one working pen.
But then,
Things should be simpler
Than that.

I need a piece of paper too.
I’m so lost without it.
This simply won’t do.

My mind is racing.
The words are escaping.
Like a fleeting rainbow
They’re drifting away.

Got to sit down
At this old computer
And type them all up
Before they can stray.

The world keeps on churning
Assaulting my brain.
The words tumble out
And onto the stage.

I do miss my pen.
We were the best of friends.
Nothing could get in our way.

Times may have changed
But he phrases remain.
I’ll say it again
I still miss my pen

I hope he’s OK
In the very best way.
We had so much fun
There out on the page.

But the thoughts keep on coming
The computer is humming.
The words bubble out
So I tuck them away.

I’ll say a goodbye
For the time that remains.
Destined to fight
For the words that I write.