I am in blue,black or red,
Whatever color I have I never fade,
I write whatever my master demands,
I am staying in a warmth of my masters palm,
Even though some spellings are wrong,
I never seems to be gone,
I have never complained for what is wrong,
Only I am used by everyone and my words shone,
I am always replaced now and then,
For me life is not permanent,
Eventhough I am thrown away,
I have no feelings on my way,
My ink gets finished and I am thrown,
But I am thrown with pride and true with a crown,
I am always there to serve,
The words my masters wrote,my ink writes it with love.