The foolish folly of youths.
Squandering talents, I was one.
I probably still am if you want the truth.
I wonder if not what I might’ve done?
an easel I bought at the discount store.
$12.98. The price seems nice.
I wonder if I can bleed with Pin and ink and watercolor on paper anymore?
Next a Papyrus medium would suffice.
I have thought of writings woven into the imagery don’t know if I’ve seen that before?
it’s been long laid down.
thought toil of my hands pay the price.
Perhaps something left still.
lucky with the genes given me.
guess just a matter of will.
Why did it take so long to see?
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Keeter C (
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A beautiful poem of what might have been and of art. Most lovely with a wistful but hopeful feeling
Thankyou
Gotta try
You are welcome
Just as we sit to ask the question here we can be doing what the answer is… sometimes I ask to many questions
So true.
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