I’ve a Magic Pen
Which spills
Its ink
When I’m
Happy or sad.
My Magic Pen
Captures all that is
Courage, glory
Death and fear.
Sometimes, my Magic Pen
Draws joyous observance.
Often, my Magic Pen
Keeps company beside
My blank page.
Born with my
Magic Pen,
I’ve carried
Through life,
Or
Has my
Magic Pen
Carried me?
When I’m old and weary,
My Magic Pen
Will be near me
To help me recite
Life’s memory litany.
As my ticket to cross
River Styx,
My Magic Pen
Will forever
Journey
With me.