The Pen (a poem about life & living it)

I originally published this on my Substack - where I originally publish everything. ;-)

But it has been awhile since I've been here. I'm knee deep in my contract with Meta, learning some new technologies, and recording music. It's keeping me busy and I've determined that, given the current state of things in the world, head down on creativity is a safe bet!

I am getting ready to publish a parable-esque piece on Substack (next week) but felt I should put out something.

To that end, I submit to you my poem, The Pen.

I hope you enjoy!

THE PEN
? 2000 - Matthew Moran

I sit with pen, a poem to write
Its ink flows darkly across the page
And I realize its link to life
Each line and letter a metered day

At this sad thought I halt my pen
A vain attempt to stem its flow
But I know that ink unused runs dry
Its purpose spent with naught to show

For I am the soul to the pen I hold
And the pen must follow where I lead
As my soul in life must show the way
My life the pen, the ink my deeds

So scribble deep and doodle large
Color outside lines, draw off the page
Ere ink runs dry and your life unlived
Your pages blank and death the wage

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