There’s never enough of me in your closet.

I have crowned heroes, Decorated generals, Sold illusions, And clarified lies. Some chase me their entire lives. Some earn me for a job well done. Some print me beside conditions they hope you'll ignore. Yet every morning, One of my kind rises without applause. What am I?

What once was mistaken is now forgotten and retold.To graphite, I am a loyal friend, I fix its slips and make amends.I shrink the more my help is sought, giving my form for your second thoughts. What am I?

I dangle from a scholar’s crown, then shift to mark the success you’ve found.

A jewelry for the wrist, I'm also there to assist. Shinning pretty in dangling light, This is will smile and delight.