POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE REWARDS OF ART

Time smooths the wrinkles

Of the artist’s life,

Smooth’s away the doubt

Depression and fear

Molding his art,

In life, the artist presses on,

For something is calling to him,

Not knowing the fate of his work,

Not knowing if the future will be kind,

Or dissolve him into nothing.

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