Scribbled down a little poem
And then crumbled the paper
Bombed the trash can with it
Later pulled it from the wreckage
Maybe it deserved a better fate

Wonder if this pen is going dry
Only so many words left to say
Eventually the pen dries and quits
And the notepad runs out of paper
Then what — how will I save the world?

A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 09-30-20