The Humble Pen

A simple tool, yet a marvel so profound,

Ink-filled vessel, with mysteries you surround.

A mere object, unassuming and small,

Yet in your might, worlds of wonder you enthrall.

Upon paper's canvas, you gracefully glide,

Infinite stories in ink, you confide.

From mundane lists to poems of the heart,

You play your part, a timeless work of art.

With each stroke, ideas spring to life,

Transcending borders, erasing the strife.

In scholarly hands or an artist's grip,

You grant expression, a writer's trip.

In hands that hold you, you become a force,

Signing treaties, shaping life's course.

Through history's pages, you've etched your name,

A steadfast companion in life's grand game.

In humble frame, you wield great might,

Unfolding narratives, day and night.

With every stroke, worlds come alive,

Ink and imagination, beautifully thrive.

You've managed to stand the test of time,

In this digital age, you brightly shine.

So, here's to you, my humble pen,

A champion of stories, now and then.