Between the Lines, a poem by Riley Poynter

From Hoosier Writers 2012 by Riley Poynter

The majority of our population never rises to greatness,
we are destined to answer essay questions
ordained to be known as only
the inerasable pencil.
I am finished with being chewed on, dropped off, and thrown out.
Who remembers the times of our ancestors, the days of our fathers?
Laboring on the front line of literature, quill and ink.
Our numbers have grown,
but we have changed.
We are common items,
no longer tools used to shape a country
No longer are we
Mightier Than The Sword.

 

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