The departed Pen (Poem)

Listen my friends

Ye erratic persons of skill

Talent is a gift-

Not to be handled as shill

Like a pen departed

Listen to this tale of woe

Of one who went dry

One who grew old

His heart was to die

The day the pen departed

Laureate of inspirational flow;

His heart moved his hand.

His intellect glowed.

Till he was unmanned,

And the pen departed

Poor poet so confused;

How had it withdrawn?

How did he lose-

Now it was gone

That  pen departed

Sitting at his favorite table

Grasping forth, but in vain-

All  heard was silence.
What mortal pain;

The day the pen departed.