A Promise To Keep Poem by Dona Jean

I'm always wondering why?
Always together my pen paper and I.
Now I know who they are to me.
My forever companion, so very handy.

My pen and paper who understand me more.
Both know me outside to core.
They sacrifice they're importance in my behalf.
So I made a poem, my lovely craft.

My pen never complain what I want to write,
Also my paper fill her pages by meaningful insight.
So Aenodj promise to stand and soar,
'We'll reach the success and never live you on the floor.'
This promise I will keep in my heart.
Both of you in me shall never depart.
Yes, I have friends but can't stay forever.
I can't even stay to my family as I getting older.
And I don't even have someone to call 'My own'.
So my pen and paper, you're my confidante and home.