Ode to the Pen

Oh, slender wand of ink and grace,

A bridge 'twixt thought and written trace,

With simple form and purpose clear,

You bring to life what we hold dear.

In the grip of child, poet, sage,

You dance across the empty page,

A symphony of lines and curves,

A silent song in twists and swerves.

With you, we pen our love's desire,

Fuel our dreams with inked fire,

You make a mark that lasts through time,

An artful blend of prose and rhyme.

Mighty pen, in colors vast,

You link our future with our past,

A symbol of our hopes and fears,

Of laughter, love, and salty tears.

With humble air and modest sheen,

You're more than what you first may seem,

A tool, a friend, an open door,

A way to speak forevermore.

In classrooms, homes, in halls of fame,

You bear no glory, seek no claim,

Yet in your shadow, empires rise,

And in your ink, a dreamer flies.

So here's to you, oh pen so true,

A tribute sung, a praise anew,

For in your lines, we find our way,

Our thoughts unbound, our hearts at play.