Pens

What a pen remembers
It remembers great works
And remembers the bad ones.

Makes great poets great
And the poor ones keep trying

and all the times that we
shake them,
break them,
smack them and
whack them,
Doesn't stop them from letting us write

They help put our feelings on paper
and don't take the credit
for the words that we write.
They just sit in our pockets
Our cups
and our pouches

Waiting to help us
help us to write.