My Pen, My Friend

My pen, my friend, why are you calling?

Forgotten on my desk for days

I see you there, I hear your squalling

I have no time for your delays

Essential duties consume my leisure

I try to block you from my mind

But you keep crying with displeasure

The muse inside me to unbind

I long to hold you in my hand

Through you to let my soul unravel

To take you to exotic lands

To new dimensions let you travel

But bills are piling on my table

My calendar is fit to burst

To greet you only I am able

For chores again have me submersed

So, you keep crying there emphatic

And I keep longing for a chance

To live a life way less pragmatic

And take my friend out for a dance

If freedom comes, I wonder when

A time when dues are lastly paid

But will the muse be still awake then

I ponder in the night, afraid.