I am writing with my lucky pen.
I am always surprised at its skill.
I rely on it to know the answers
but today’s problems test its powers.
This desk I am at sees many students.
It has seen more than I could ever know.
I ask it for an answer to solve my tasks.
The desk is deaf to my cry for help.
All my being is longing for success.
I doubt my mind can find a solution alone.
I am impatient with the things around me.
Every small item conspires against me.
Even the numbers and letters revolt.
I used to have control over them all.
These days are tedious and I progress slowly.
I need to have power to win these tests.
I should not be a passive observer today.
I cry out with deep frustration.
All I want is a small bit of success.
I only need to go forward slightly.
Perhaps my prayers will help.
W. Wayne B.
March 4, 2011