A single pen could make a library, setting every book apart. It can fill a museum, creating inky works of art. One pen may right the most important letter, to a lover far away. A pen signed in our country’s will, forever here to stay. Ink inscribed the world’s religions, from the devil and the divine. Preserved our children’s fairytales, some cruel and some kind Still calculating answers to the unknown, we can only hope to be right And sketched plans for the planes that helped us take flight A pen wrote this poem, this poet now shares with you Who hands you a pen, so what will you do?