The pencil tells us -
I am a need
that helps you to read
because if I will not write
your future will not be bright
I have a busy trip
mostly in your grip
sometimes I describe things
and sometimes color kings
I am not always happy
for I also have misery
when I am thrown away in anger
by you when you fail in a maths teaser
Sometimes, I break my point
and sometimes even a joint
sometimes, I am borrowed by your friend
who play with me and then I need a mend
I wait desperately for you
to take me away
for your friends make my granite
back on it's way !!
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