My Pencil
September 19th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson- My pencil fell into the road,
- Full of the words I thought I’d write,
- Wood splintered and crushed,
- Graphite became dust
- When traffic ignored its plight.
- As the pencil was pummeled,
- The eraser from fitting was thrown
- And laid in the gutter
- Away from the clutter,
- Beginning a life of its own.
- So if it seems I am speechless,
- As if I had nothing important to say,
- I’d write if I could,
- But the prospects aren’t good.
- I’ve lost my pencil today!
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