Dead Pencil

You used to be so grand
Decorated with holiday cheer
Held by a warm hand.
Ideas spilled out of you onto blank paper.
You computed math problems.
You solved science mysteries.
You wrote poetry.
You started out tall and sleek.
Now look at you.
Stubby.
Broken.
A shadow of your former glory.
You will be replaced,
but you will be missed.
You are unique,
One of a kind,
Special to the season,
Until your wrapping was unraveled after one sharpening.
Rest in peace dead pencil.
May you have the after life of holiday cheer
Always.