The Inkwell

Back in the day,
we were inseparable –
You and I

We sashayed down
chequered tile corridors
turning male heads

I held your books
and improved your looks
as you waited in a bus stop nook

You kept me polished – nice and clean
in attempts for you to be seen
whilst girls looked on with eyes – green

Monday to Friday – I went from thin to fat
as teachers gave classes in this and that
and you got work – to take home to your flat

But now you’re grown up – with a good job
We’re still together – you’re no snob
holding assignments – from work and not school
and workmates agree – together we’re cool!