The world’s changed, you've stayed the same Amongst fancy pens, your look's mundane Your ink, your hue, you’re still as blue Yet you happily exist without a clue Surrounded by pens, still there are few My very first blue pen, yes it was you It’s vivid, my excitement of turning ten When school let us write with a pen But with you, there’s a bitter reality In using you, we’re heartless, arbitrary We use and throw, lose or forget you For we know, there’ll always be another you In creating you, there’s plastic and ink Let’s not be wasteful, we must rethink Please finish the pen that you’re using Change wasteful habits, stick with one thing Write and write, until the ink runs out Borrow a pen, but remember to return it And if you see a pen, lying half-used Pen your thoughts when you’re confused Don’t bin the pen, until it’s over Be judicious as its owner Use it to bring bold ideas to paper For inked wise ideas can protect nature