My Pencil Poem by Amelia Patterson

Waiting to be used
for whatever purpose
it may serve.
It sits there quietly
as I brainstorm.
A pencil never objects to
my being up at 3: 00 A.M.

Your work ethic excedes
that of a human,
even though you were
created by one.
You don't have a
breakdown from
working seven-hour
shifts, five days a week.
Nor do you
get payed vacation
or even overtime.
You are a workaholic's very
best friend, and also
mine, too.
My hand is a ship,
and you are the captain.