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
Comments
Post a Comment