Someday My Pen Will Run Out of Ink

A reflective poem

Someday my pen will run out of ink
There will be no more words in my vocabulary
No more life in my characters.
Someday my pen will run out of Ink.

Someday my pen will run out of ink
No more story, no more plot
No more climax
Someday my pen will run out of ink.

This isn't a bad thing. No.

Someday my pen will run out of ink.
There will be a full journal
And people's brains will be packed with memories of me.
My songs will still be sang.
And there will still be laughs at my expense
I take pride in the fact
That my pen has run out of