The Scribe

Make no mistake
They don't make them like mine
Not even close not even in time
Keep them in line and leave not a sign
When traced aligned right finds no need to describe
Because I'm already subscribed I'll see in due time
For I am a Scribe who can see behind lines
I was prescribed these ties from those who advise
Alongside by the wise with my very own eyes
With hands that reprise what's applied from derived
None go deprived for future sutures who sure try to do right