The pen is no man’s fool
Or so I have found
It does not grovel when you threaten to leave
It lets you go
Does not miss you
Does not call you and hang up when you pick up
The pen can survive without you
And maybe you can survive without it
But you had better not hint at being over the pen
Unless you’re sure you can live – regret free – without it.
I hope I can remember this every so often.