The  pen my friend will always be for it is always there in necessity.

When the ears and cares of others turn cold the pen and paper my thoughts will hold.

Ink to quench my soul tongue’s thirst, giving fancy flight and feelings verse.

Paper with care my thoughts absorb and the pen no longer becomes a sword,

But becomes the salve that saves the soul from anguishes deadly strangle hold.

The pen my friend will always be for it is always there to comfort me.