The Face Behind The Pen.*

That face has got some cracks,
Cracks that made him learn,
And severed him from friends that are quack,
The dream becomes a soundtrack.

Sometimes the face is wet,
When tables turn and the pen seems upset
He had to change his mind set,
And grumble about the asset.

At times, the face is blue,
When the wind of disappointment and failure visits his pen,
And blows away the ink
He puts on a face so new,

The face has had some marks,
When that rod gave him ten,
An ugly trauma he disembark
Those marks ignited a positive spark,

With red eyes and a frowned face,
After life has heaped its dung on him like a hen,
He braced up and set a new pace,
A rugged adventure he embraces.

Joyous moments makes the face happy,
Makes him filled, like a big fat hen,
Not allowing a thread of depression make him a puppy,
The face behind the pen.

© Daniels Pen™ 2021.