All pencils have feelings

Equations,

Notes,

Words,

Letters,

Homework,

Sharpener.

Paragraphs,

Reports,

Drawings,

Poems,

Stories,

Sharpener.

Screenplays,

Placements,

Essays,

Doodles,

Sharpener,

Bin.

My life is on repeat,

But with every rewind I grow smaller,

With every use I diminish,

Until I am no longer taller,

I am now the smallest.

I live to be used,

But once I have served my purpose,

I am discarded,

Tossed into the bin,

Disregarded.

Many things can be done with me,

Careers shaped,

Lives changed,

Stories created,

Parties arranged.

My life in your hands,

My lead laying out a silver trail,

Words that change the world,

Large scrolls of lines,

I have unfurled.

You don’t really realize,

That we have significance,

We have meanings,

Pencils have a heart,

Pencils have feelings.

So when you toss me away,

Remember,

We have meanings,

We have emotions,

All pencils have feelings.