Number Two - all the way

 

I, in my declining years

having seen my life go by

shall keep with me a pencil

and write until I die

I doubt they’ll be a keyboard

though stories I’ll still share

I keep them all around me

and pull them from thin air.

A number two won’t fail me

I’ve never seen one crash

when I run out of commas

I’ll simply put a dash.

Scribbled in a notebook

stretched just out of reach

to me a perfect sentence

is a day spent at the beach.

I know I’ll still have stories

right up to last call –

I hope when I am put away

there’s a sharpener on the wall.

                                          zc