The Pen Is Right
THE PEN IS RIGHT
When white meets black
Letters are seen
When light meets dark
Secrets are seen
It’s no sin to confide in men seen
Like short memory, they too will fade
Happy are you if you thirst for the God unseen
For by Him is all things perfectly made
The dots on my “I”s spell perfection
The cross on my “t”s define completion
But my eyes have seen no all
Even teas brew so sour
Don’t trust my first thrust
Else you see your trust rust
As cold as ice’s frost
We all shall shroud in the dust
Mind neither my cap nor my fissure
For it was mould by man
But I shall decide its pressure
Delivering in you much needed pleasure;
On time, always like a delivery van
THE INVINCIBLE PEN
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