Thursday, July 1, 2021


How long can one man stand?
For his whole life is but a day;
Leaving footprints in the sand,
Only for the winds of time to blow away.

With olive oil in his lamp,
Hammer and chisel in his hand;
On the walls of life he makes his stamp,
Then his soul departs this land.

Paintings and pictures,
Letters and numbers;
As the artist slumbers,
His mind mixes the colors.

Pen and penknife,
Were the friends of Leonardo;
And though he had no wife,
Marble was married to Michelangelo.

To the poet ink and paper,
To the artist brush and canvas;
As the concept begins to taper,
Emotions are birthed from joy to sadness.

So keep writing writer,
And keep painting painter;
For sooner than later,
We will meet our maker.

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