The Day the Pens Ran Dry

It was just another day

The sun rose in the sky

Birds sang to greet the day

But the pens ran dry.

All the ink dried up

And would no longer flow

Writers began to stress

They would have no work to show.

All the keyboards froze as well

Computers, tablets, phones

All written words no more

Oh the cries and groans.

Communication

Now only verbal speech

No more text messages

Emails and letters defunct.

How would the world survive?

We’d have to learn new skills

Writers now orators.

Speech recognition.

But life carried on

Mankind always adapts

To obstacles and strife

Despite chaos and complaint.

Books became valuable

Rare collector’s items

Anything hand-written

Was almost priceless.

Poets recited

Their verses in public

A revival it seems

Which was welcomed by many.

Oral dialogue returned

People regained their voice

Relationships improved

But all writing ceased..

The day the pens ran dry.