My pen is my sword
Welding it, I do like the rapier
Cutting and thrusting a point of view
Back held sometimes as a defence
Paper is the shield
Stronger than all metal armour
My words the legacy I leave
The sword may blunt and break
My shield could burn to ash
Only my words live on in perpetuity
Gordon D Wilkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-252/
