I had my quill,
And also my parchment.
And I put all my ideas
In my parchment
And saved to my brain.
Making every eye
Have a sight.
And every ear
To listen.
So that every tongue,
Can have a taste of my poetry.
But out of the blue,
I lost my parchment
And only had my quill
Who was jilted.
Thinking that all my dreams
Have been shattered,
I had relinquished.
Because I knew everything has been written
And thought of before
The difficulty is to think
And write on it again.
And I never made use of that quill
Till now,
When I have found
And spouse for it.