What shows
how little
we know?
What can be is
oft far less than
what we expect.
What is now
has never been
what it was.
07/25/2024 j.g.l.
Bring me a pencil from
your travels,
so I may fill this empty space
with words I may express
were you here.
A pencil can fill a void,
pressing
thoughts tenderly into paper
so eyes more weary than mine
can see.
Broken or dull, any pencil
will do,
all can be sharpened to make
a point, and every
one has a story.
The pencil says a lot about
wherever
you have been, or what you have
been through. Honesty
always leaves a mark.
© 2016 j.g. lewis