The Fountain Pen

I’m usually very good
At getting over things
With time I thought I would
And savour peace it brings.

The greatest gift I had
Presented with a kiss
The girlfriend turned out bad
But the pen I came to miss.

Sleek and fine and bold
I will not brag about the name
A beauty to behold
It could have brought me fame.

A bounder passing by
As I left my bag alone
Slipped his hand inside
And took my favourite bone.

Thirty years have passed
Without my writing friend
I’m replacing it at last
My broken heart to mend!

G.P. Moss