La Plume

Today she looked at me with eyes full of pain
Tears welling and lips quivering at my disdain

At the same time showing empathy and concern
For aching fingers and forearm, she could discern

She pleaded that we should relive days gone by
When we hung together always and time did fly

She exhorted that true friends should not be neglected
Neither should they be forsaken, forlornly she blurted

Her words finally reached me and made me think
Guiltily I realized my fault and it made me blink

She was actually very precious and quite dear to me
My memento, cherished gift from parents, my trophy

Technological advances had been her undoing n downfall
My laptop ousted my darling friend making her now bawl

She reminded that the day the electric current petered out
Like a true friend she will reach for my hand to help me out

As my faithful parker pen cried tears of remonstrance and inky blue
I quickly reached out and twirled it lovingly without too much ado!!!  

You may not be able to read a doctor’s handwriting and prescription, but you’ll notice his bills are neatly typewritten. – Earl Wilson American, Athlete

Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
Jean Cocteau  French, Director