The Writer…the Pen


The writer one day looking down at his pen.
Discovered quite defiantly the pen was master of him.
Dear pen he said pleading and begging his plight,
Why must you rule me?
Why must I write?
In this infinite story do I not deserve,
To play the main role do more than observe.
Pen replied simply, Why must you fight?
While others have action you have insight.
But with no action there can be no glory.
Said the writer,
I feel I'm written out of this story.
And if I'm not it then what does that leave me?
It leaves me with nothing,
Lest my mind deceives me.
But dear writer, how can you say you have naught?
Just look at this page and see what you've got.
The story you've written will live on for ages.
And inspire action from others,
Who look at these pages.
So yes, dear writer you are ruled by pen.
But there are those who are readers,
And you rule them.

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