The Artist

Δημιουργός: k13739, Paula

Εκτύπωση από: http://www.stixoi.info

He was the artist; the artist of dreams,
who never tasted life's juices and creams.
Two pennies spent -- his beggar's pay--
served him a loaf of stale bread each day.

He saw his past as a book of sorrow
and closed the chapters of his tomorrow.
He was the hobo, the tramp, the man,
who thought that from God he had been damned.

The sun didn't shine 'till after he'd lost hope.
He approached the tree, he secured the rope,
about to commit the ultimate sin;
he trembled as the rough noose touched his skin---

in the game of life, he threw his final ace.
With an empty stare painted on his face,
he crumbled the box; his neck bones shattered!
To this lifeless body nothing mattered.

And as I lay this orchid on his gray tomb,
I pray for his peace in his new found home.

Δημοσίευση στο stixoi.info: 30-01-2009