My Trusty Sidekick

My #2 yellow pencil always with me, graphite at the ready.

Bright useful tool in school pencil boxes, erasers often worn.

Desktop cup holders overrun with different colored tools in various lengths.

You check my math while balancing checkbooks, looking for numbers not carried.

Short little pencils, library pencils, used for tiny golf scores.

Stencils on my oaken desk, shaded drawings being used for various designs.

A chewed eraser on my beloved pencil, often done unthinkingly.

Writers using colors as editing tools to change and make better print.

Putting to paper and creating art or beauty, reliable, constant and durable until dull.

What would life be without that narrow tool being sharpened to a useful point?

Then there it is…

A thin plastic writing instrument to replace my trusty pencil? A pressed button on the top and a sharpened tip appears. Never shortening or snapping, graphite reliably regenerating. No more sharpener shavings falling to the floor. My wonderful wooden pencil thinks, treachery at hand. One unneeded tool in the pencil box, writing utensil no more. Now useful only as a substitute coffee stirrer in its very last job.