Poor Little Pencil

Do you ever think
when you drop a pencil
its insides can shatter?

When I was a little girl
I used to think that thought
every time I dropped one.

I used to
pick it up gently,
cradle it in my
little hands.

I used to
apologise,
profusely.
My poor pencil.

But now,
no such thought passes
through my mind.
It makes you think.

When did we stop
caring about pencils?
Why did we stop
caring about pencils?

We are too busy!
We have more important things
to spend our precious time
thinking about.

Of course.

So we ignore
the poor little pencil,
that is always there.

We forget.