A Pencil

A pencil

You write with it

You scribble with it

You chew on it...

Sometimes

You try not to but when you are nervous it is always there

It's your trusty pal

For writing to a pencil pal

You break it out of anger

Then tape it out of sorrow

When it gets dull

You sharpen it

Until all you have left is a stump

A stump of what it used to be

A pencil

You go to find a new one now

What do you find?

A pencil made out of plastic?

That never runs out?

No thanks

I think I will stick with my pal