Life of my pencil

I lie here on the desk and think to myself why don't I get used more. I am a very handy thing to have around. I can create works of art, novels, doodles, or whatever anybody can think of. It is a big shame that I don't get used more. The computer gets all the glory now. The only time it seems that I am needed now is when he has to do his math homework. He has been using me for his anatomy and chemistry also, but soon as he is done I get put back on the desk. I remember the glory days before computers. He used to use me all the time. He used to love to doodle, which is my favorite too. I think that when you doodle your imagination gets flowing and that is when creativity starts. He is at the computer at the moment looking out the window at his dogs. He watches them a lot. It is kind of cold here where I am at on the desk. I am looking at him just wishing that he will pick me up and doodle again, I truly miss it so. The printer is right next to me. He has been using it a lot lately. It is so noisy. I hate that damn thing. I like it when one of his children get to use me. They still doodle, especially the young one. The problem is that when the young one really starts getting creative he tells him not to forget to put me back where I belong. The little one usually does not doodle for much longer because he does not want to forget to put me back. If he only knew how lonely I am anymore. I think tonight they are going to play cards and the dice games that they like so I know I will get used for a while to keep score. The other day I got nocked off the desk and fell to the floor. The little one forgot to put me back up and their puppy started to chew on me. I did not hurt because he is a very small pup yet and he does not have very big teeth yet. He found me in time so I did not get chewed in half. I might have some dents and scratches, but all in all, I am fine. So here I am just lying here like I was at the beginning of this pitiful little story. I will wish and hope that I get used more but I won't hold my breath. I will just be patient and wait for that damn computer to shoot craps. It seams that a lonely old pencil can outlast a computer these days. I don't become obsolete just after a few years. I will be here when the computer goes, and when it does I would love to say to him how do you like me now.