Pen

Disclaimer: This poem was generated by OpenAI's language model, ChatGPT. Any resemblance to existing poems or authors is purely coincidental.

A pen, a tool, so simple yet so grand,

An instrument, to write and make a stand.

With ink, it flows, words form on the page,

A creation, of thoughts and endless rage.

It writes of love, of dreams, of what could be,

Of hopes, of fears, of memories.

With every line, a story comes to life,

A journey, with no end, and no need to strive.

A pen can change the world with every word,

With every thought, a new meaning is heard.

It's power, immense, like a raging sea,

A force, that's seen and felt, for all to see.

So hold a pen, and let your words take flight,

And write of all the things, that bring delight.

And as you write, remember this one thing,

A pen, is mightier than any sword it brings.