Whispers of Pencil

I was once brand new,

Sharp and ready for the world,

Eager to make marks.

I was born to write,

To capture thoughts and ideas,

To record the world.

I've seen so much life,

Witnessed joy and pain and love,

Told stories untold.

I've travelled far and wide,

Through lands both near and far,

Carried in pockets and purses.

I've felt the rough paper,

And the smoothness of the skin,

I've scribbled in journals and books.

I've sketched towering peaks,

And oceans stretching beyond,

Beneath the blue sky.

I've been lost and found,

Forgotten on dusty shelves,

Or buried deep in bags.

But I always endure,

Ready for the next journey,

To document the world.

From children's doodles,

To great works of art,

I've been there for it all. 

And when my time is up,

When my graphite runs low,

I will rest in peace.

My journeys may end,

But my memories will live on,

Etched in lead and time.