A short poem inspired by me not being able to find a pen
Where have all the pens gone?
There is only one I can find
I have so many things to write
that I need to get off my mind
For when things are down on paper
they are at no risk of being forgotten
If a pen cannot be found
my brain will have turned to cotton
That's why i'm a writer
and not a speaker you see
because a world without pen and paper
would seem pretty dull to me.