by Ethel Jean Grubbs

Created on: July 01, 2008   Last Updated: July 03, 2008

Don't steer the pen.
You don't know where its
been.

Pens witness different triumphs
and pains in life's lessons.
It's the pen duty to report on things seen
hoping others will relate and rise above
turmoil, created by hands of man/woman.

Everyone's pen don't walk on velvet
roads paved with gold.
Pens notice all kinds of tragedies;
victims of child abuse, victims of war,
victims who look for love in all the wrong places,
victims who stop to gaze and lose direction in life,
victims who misplace life's luster and fall
like "TIMBER".

You bring tears to the eyes
when you want allow my pen to cry
have sympathy and listen
even if it's not the life you've lived.

Don't get mad when my pen fights back;
selfish , closed minded, uncaring person.
Oops, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?
Do you feel judged and misunderstood?
Did the heart of your pen just skip a beat;
losing all enthusiasm to remain pulsate?

Caring about others opinion will be appreciated;
only caring about beliefs of one self is under-rated.
The pen an education on paper, permitting individual's
thoughts and imagination.

Poets, an hour glass turning in time.
Speak Mind or forever hold your piece.

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