Many years ago

I used to write with a pen

It would rest between my fingers patiently

It held all my unborn thoughts 

I would start to move it on the paper

Tracing the words of my dreams

Ink flowed freely and smoothly

Words spilled out of the nib

Whole sentences emerged

Great stories came to life

But that has all changed now

I sit at a keyboard and blank computer screen

Waiting for my fingers to tap dance

Letters appear on the screen

They line up in neat rows

Like well drilled soldiers

Words appear one by one

They avoid spilling off the edge

Magically jumping down to the next line

Pages are filled with my thoughts

My old pen looks on in awe

His ink still holds an immense quantity of my untold thoughts

Unfortunately I am too lazy to release them

Maybe one day I will find a way to plug the pen into the computer