• The pencil has broken
    into a thousand shards.
    Paper is blank,
    empty,
    only with lines for words.
    These words are lost,
    invisible,
    right in front of you.
    There is no more ink
    inside the pen of life.
    There is nothing more
    to write for.
    A name has one meaning,
    to show the role of the person.
    What happens to the person,
    depends on the name given at birth.
    Careful what you write.
    Wary your son or daughter.
    Death is the only ending,
    to this life we live.