Paper Clips

Paper clips are the safety pins of life,
Or life as we know it.
They anchor aspirations,
Hold thoughts together,
Add purpose to cold white corners.

Even empty pages,
Devoid of word or picture,
Seem stronger, more constructive,
For their metal presence.

They epitomise efficiency;
They mean business.
No messing; no mess:
"We are paper clips
And we're not afraid of paper."

At least, that was the case,
Until God invented plastic.
Now, in their frivolous colours,
They trivialise the desk.
"Party time!" they cheer,
Grinning from 'ere to 'ere.

"Ever thought of linking us?
We make a great necklace.
Dive in. Enjoy!"

poem © Celia Warren 2011