I Am A Pen

A fountain pen made in an unknown country. But nowadays they leave us alone And prefer the ballpoint pens? My Boss with thick glasses An old fashioned gentleman Who writes a love letter it seems After a long time? He filled my belly with ink Oh! I felt very cold. He's seated on his ebony chair with tears in his eyes Looking towards the faraway burial grounds, Then he writes; 'I see your tomb like an unexpected invitation! Please let me know the party time I search a humble present for you And I want it to wrap with a smile! '