PENning the PEN’S story

I am a significant piece of insignificance

A slender tube of plastic, ink and nib

Through ages humans have made and remade me..

I am a vital tool of their expression

I am a medium to their thoughts

You will find me in abundance but still give a frantic search for me while noting a phone number

My lifespan is as long as i have ink to spare..

I have been shared, borrowed, fought over and with..

I have even been the accessory to the buds of friendship...

At times i am thrown

At times kept in a drawer  forgotten..

And a few many times preserved as a memorable gift from someone special....

I come in all shapes, colours and sizes.. and even types!

I will never disappoint you with my diversity.. cause i have a choice for each and every liking..

I can be fancy and strict ,showy and subtle...

I am used by all, but fascination of few..

I have played a silent role in all your lives..

Right from when you were a kid!

Remember bragging about me to your friends

About the first time you upgraded from a mere pencil to the magnificent sword of me....

As you aged i became a necessity... a tool without which you were lost in the classrooms...

Without which pages of the notebook were white as the untouched snow...

You grew, still older and i was forgotten in the maze of the alphabets on the keyboard..

No more was I needed..

No more was my friend ,the pages heeded..

But I am happy for the part I played

All those lives I touched and stayed..

I have and always am a significant piece of insignificance...

p.s : When i meant something of everything I literally did mean ANYTHING and EVERYTHING!!!!