Pen to paper

Have we forgotten how to write
Pen-paper out of sight
Lines once written-writing pad
In happy times-when we’re sad.

An envelope-news within
From a friend-next of kin
A lover with a scented kiss
Silent moments-reminisce.

Some cherished others thrown
Contents may be never known
But to the writer and their friend
That pen did often problems mend.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )