Poetry
Pencil, sharpener and eraser
When I was a child, one day my dad came to me,
'I've got something for you, my boy,' He says,
'You'll need them throughout your life.’
Quite inquisitive, I looked at them
A pencil, a sharpener and an eraser.
I got the ball rolling right away, drawing on the wall.
'He'll be an artist, you see,' Dad declares to Mom. Gradually, I began to understand the differences between leads.
I preferred 3B pencil. 'Don't use it much; you'll make a mess,'
He tells me, 'You can use it when you are big.’
Still I used that. And struggled to erase my mistakes. I tried harder, and, out of the blue, the page went torn.
I am a big boy nowa man.
I've written lots and lots of pages. There're many words in the pages I left behind
life, love, success, failure, food, break-up, boredom, death, sex,
marriage, divorce, deceit, day, night, internet, job, money, memory,
traffic, transport, frustrationhell of a lot, I'm sick and tired
of writing those again and again. But I still write. Writing with a pencil with one hand and
holding the sharpener and eraser with the other.
'For a good start you need to sharpen your pencil well
beforehand.' Daddy used to say, I remember.
I do and I only use 3B for the final touch. I don't want to make
a mess. Now I understand, eraser always can't erase everything,
Can it?
'I've got something for you, my boy,' He says,
'You'll need them throughout your life.’
Quite inquisitive, I looked at them
A pencil, a sharpener and an eraser.
I got the ball rolling right away, drawing on the wall.
'He'll be an artist, you see,' Dad declares to Mom. Gradually, I began to understand the differences between leads.
I preferred 3B pencil. 'Don't use it much; you'll make a mess,'
He tells me, 'You can use it when you are big.’
Still I used that. And struggled to erase my mistakes. I tried harder, and, out of the blue, the page went torn.
I am a big boy nowa man.
I've written lots and lots of pages. There're many words in the pages I left behind
life, love, success, failure, food, break-up, boredom, death, sex,
marriage, divorce, deceit, day, night, internet, job, money, memory,
traffic, transport, frustrationhell of a lot, I'm sick and tired
of writing those again and again. But I still write. Writing with a pencil with one hand and
holding the sharpener and eraser with the other.
'For a good start you need to sharpen your pencil well
beforehand.' Daddy used to say, I remember.
I do and I only use 3B for the final touch. I don't want to make
a mess. Now I understand, eraser always can't erase everything,
Can it?
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