Coming to my desk this morning <br />I once more sigh because there <br />is no pen in sight… <br />I go to the office supply cupboard <br />to collect (once more) <br />a handful of pens, <br />arranging them on my desk <br />in various places… <br />putting some in <br />my drawer for back-up, <br />knowing that tomorrow morning <br />I will repeat this useless ritual <br />while thousands of pens, <br />in that place where they all go, <br />dance and rejoice because they <br />are free to write the words they <br />choose ….. not the ones which <br />are dictated by my hand.<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-do-all-the-pens-go/
