The Writer's Pen

No matter how arid,

This pen would never go rancid,

For like a soldier and a gun,

So is our daily bond. 

Like the padlock and the key,

Or maybe, the military and khaki;

It is an indispensable part of me,

Its heart and soul listen to me. 

And as I, in this life breathe,

With it, shall I each day fire a shot.

That will not seize a breath,

But to the left men, would shower a boundless of hopes...