Who am I?.... I asked the pen in the pen stand...

 

You are the person who held me by your hand
while I danced at your will...
You were eager to caress me
when you'd see me secured in your father's hand

I gave comfort to your nervous hands
when you held me on your first day of junior-high,
We both shared a great time together..
Our first outing was a joy to remember

I would always flow out at your will
when you'd want to scribble the lecture notes
when you'd struggle answering the tricky exam
I was your mode of communication to the world around

I shared your nervousness when you expressed your first love,
I witnessed your joy when you signed your first job
I celebrated with you when you registered your marriage
I prided my presence in your hand.. 

As time progressed, you put me in the pen-stand
I had to retire,
you found new ways to avoid me
I didn't complain.

I continue to be your companion and identity
to the world out there
if only you would hold me in your hands
I would be blessed to bring back my dance..