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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 24, 2018

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Submitted: September 24, 2018



Life is like a canvas, ready to be drawn upon.
You start off slowly, then proceed to build on.

The scenes change quickly but faces start to reappear.
A farm view, a city street, an endearing portrait sweet.

One day you wake up tired. Feel your hands ache.
You discover your brushes will soon break.

On that day you sit down and simply reflect,
On all colors that you used and their effect.

But you need to continue. A few more strokes to go.
You long to finish it and hang it on the wall.

That way everyone will see and know:
You lived a life worth being drawn.

Just maybe from your mistakes, they will learn
If they take the time to remember you and turn.


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