07/16/2025
The Power of Paper
By A. Sloan
A simple sheet, a silent square,
Yet heavy with the weight it bears.
From forest roots to factory light,
It waits to serve, to hold, to write.
It gives you freedom, lets you steer —
A license whispers, you can drive here.
It binds two hearts with sacred vow,
“I do,” it holds — then seals it now.
It grants release, declares you're free,
A document of dignity.
It lists the milk, the bills to pay,
Reminders etched to guide your day.
It catches tears in ink and rhyme,
A journal tracking grief and time.
In scribbled words or structured lines,
It echoes thoughts and redefines.
It plays with clues in printed grids,
It tempts the minds of grown-up kids.
It folds to birds, to planes, to stars,
Imagination's avatar.
Yet when its purpose meets its end,
It does not beg, nor does pretend.
It breaks to dust, or floats as flame,
And leaves the world without a name.
A paper — plain, yet not so small —
It holds our lives, it holds us all.
