My Pen
My Pen And when my pen finds expression Her speed is like one with obsession Yet not I but the ink that flows in my pen The papers hunger for a ginger of my finger Oh what fun it is when it linger longer than expected Well what a fate That plague my pen with a sure mate with no hate And when my pen finds direction Her action in motion is like one who was bestowed with a baton Even Usain Bolt will wonder at the speed of my pen Thank you for visiting Olabusola's Review. Poem is by Olabusola Olorunnowo