My Pen’s Dirge
This is the last drop from my narrow hole,
‘Tis the most I could give, there’s nothing more
Thank you for letting me express your soul,
‘Tis time I reunite with the vapor.
You made me form words to say many things.
My black ink composed your colorful mind.
My marks will be cheerished for your writings;
I will be envied by things of my kind.
Your voice is heard through my stains on pages.
I will always remember your gentle grip.
We’ve been through a lot facing life’s changes.
Mine’s a swift journey, yours a glorious trip.
My blots are fading, my life’s running dry.
Accept my pale kiss, and my sad goodbye.