“The Pencil and Eraser”

Pencil: You know, I’m really sorry…

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil: I’m sorry, because you get hurt because of me.

Whenever I make a mistake, you’re always there to erase it.

But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself.

You get smaller and smaller every time.

Eraser: That’s true, but I really don’t mind.

I was made to do this.

I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.

Even though, one of these days, I know I’ll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one.

I’m actually happy with my job.

So please stop worrying.

I hate to see you sad.