Is life erasable or indelible?
If I could write the words of life
in pencil and not pen,
erase that bit, re-draft that part,
try out that ending, then…
Penciled in, not permanent,
what a better life I’d live.
Take some chances, try stuff out,
Oh what I wouldn’t give.
Wait, that pencil is right here,
it’s sharpened in my hand.
Sketching, drawing, please erase,
do brush away that sand.
Darker, firmer this one comes,
it may be meant to stay.
Will you please put that in pen?
Someone might read it someday.