Between my finger and my thumb,
It rest so quiet but never dumb,
Sliding and gliding on the open page,
It keeps me busy in my bookish cage.
YOU ARE READING
MY PEN
Poetrywhen I'm bored I held it my pen helps me conquer my boredom I wrote this poem for my pen
my bookish cage
Between my finger and my thumb,
It rest so quiet but never dumb,
Sliding and gliding on the open page,
It keeps me busy in my bookish cage.
