Letters to You, Poem, Poetry

For My Pen, Running Low

So my pen’s running low
on its lively blood’s flow
and I wonder to where
its spirit may go

Has it had a good life
expressing our thought?
Is it happy with all of the
stories we’ve wrought?

I thank you, my friend;
may we see us again
in a land where
the writer’s on par
with the pen.