After many years of holding <br />It became so anxious and fed up; <br />Always to be ordered, <br />Directed by my thoughts and feelings, <br />And about its dream, <br />Found nothing, but ignoring. <br />Finally, <br />My dear pen decided <br />Not to be such a slave again; <br />Yesterday I saw it standing <br />By all its strength <br />With no word to complain, <br />Putting my glasses on, <br />Sniffed some coffee <br />And started writing <br />Its own story.<br /><br />inas essa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-own-story/
