A Pencil's Point of View

We are a jelly jar full of pencils new in town. From Europe we came heads up, points down. No fancy names, we shared the same woodshed and thanked Welches jelly for this practical bed. Lead was a number four and fatter than all. Trim number twos, we all awaiting the call. Writing and erasing, sometimes we paid For frivolous writing the humans had made. The sharpest point in the jar was funny ole Lead. His weftage was smooth but his family all now dead. Lead became smaller and smaller and in time was nothing but a stub, when #2s were in their prime It's unfair to be held back once you know our point of view to trash cans we go for no reason with no expectation to sue. Till one day we snap and die from being tossed A point without a pencil, life is colder than frost