The Pen Poem by jose de claro

(jose_de_claro)
26june’06/2: 45pm


The pen was tired.
And so, he did decide.
Better stop writing,
Writing down his feeling.

Coz things wouldn’t mend.
Everything’s still unchanged.
It just goes round and round,
Never heard of a new sound.

Was it supposed to be like this?
Everything goes wrong, everything’s a mess.
Maybe its fate, destined I guess.
Could he stand it? I hope so…I wish.

But the pen is really tired.
Wants a break wants to hide.
He wants to fly he wants to ride,
Wants to be on his master’s side.

But his pen and so he must write.
He’s destined for that and so he must cite.
Need not to worry, need not to fright,
Coz his master will hold him tight.

We know, life teats us so cruel.
Many times we feel tired many times we fail.
And sometimes we call this world is the hell,
Still- always remember...God helps those who does his will.