Writing on the wall of life
With an ink-filled fountain pen
Permanently making my mark
Because I have never really liked
The leaded scratchings of pencils
That can easily be erased.
But what about the black and white
Chalkboard that leaves a film of dust?
Each stroke changing the scene
Every erasure never quite entire
Give me paper and pen
And hand me a chalkboard too
To write of things of forever
Within the everyday moments with you.