Born a pen with blank pages

Scribble beyond scribble

Things written and drawn never changes

Knowing that there are blank pages ahead

For some, a reminder anything is possible

Pens that try to rewrite are misled

This goes for pens of all ages

Previous pages cannot be changed with scribbles

this only damages the imagination;

Those pens live in a world of pretend

Their grasp of reality starts to shrivel

Things they may regret on their deathbed

Flip the pages over towards new stages

Even though hope is the size of a thimble

Turning pages, like breaking through cages

Write a draw with color instead

let those pages act as a symbol

Of prosperity; that should embed

To pens all over, color is contagious

Knowing hope grows little by little

When ink fades, coming to its end

Aware, it reflects on its stages

Even though some chapters weren't all giggles

It gives the pen distinctives throughout its pages

So that others may see a life well read