By Eman Naseerkhan
I’ve added about one hundred tasks to my to-do list And there are a thousand more things I should do, should add
But I won’t, because my pen is dying
I should look for a new one but all I seem capable of is pondering
I fear this phrase will haunt me to my grave, my pen is dying
The lines grow fainter as I drive it to its own death, What a wonderful world we live in.
One where an item that cannot serve its original purpose may as well be dead. what am I? Is to work to be and to live to die I’ll spend the rest of my life writing questions but not answers Well, the rest of this pen’s life What a wonderful world.
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