The Painting Of Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is an idea I've had stuck in my head for a few days. It's about how everyone claims that they want to know the answer or purpose to life, but they don't really. And they can't know it anyway. Enjoy.

Submitted: October 14, 2009

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The Painting of Life
There once was a man of remarkable fame
His joy and his work were one and the same
He was a painter, Veritas was his name
 
People would gather, and rejoice at his work
Veritas would respond with a sigh and a smirk
He was a good man, or at the least a jerk
 
He was paid a good dollar, to paint what was seen
For no one was better with red or with green
One look at his paintings, and you’d know what I mean
 
Men sought out his service, and none were rejected
For Veritas was a man who’d indeed been selected
But there was a work soon that would be disrespected
 
The Mayor of They had a serious request
So he sought out Veritas, who was truly the best
When Veritas listened, he thought it a jest
 
The Mayor wanted a painting like none before
Something unheard of in even folklore
It would Veritas his whole life forevermore
 
The work was to be called the Painting of Life
It would explain all the reasoning behind all the strife
To every girl and boy, and each husband and wife
 
The Mayor said a large sum would truly be paid
If Veritas could make sense of the mess that’d been made
Veritas accepted, though his hope began to fade
 
Many men had attempted, and many had failed
To answer this question had left others derailed
Veritas was determined, yet the answer lay veiled
 
The years passed and the Mayor boasted with pride
With Veritas on the job, the answer surely can’t hide
But when asked of his progress, Veritas lied
 
He said that the painting was nearly complete
Well done, said the Mayor, what an incredible feat
Veritas was to display it, like a butcher with meat
 
The day came when the painting would appear
Many people had gathered, from far and from near
Children danced in circles, and men drank their beer
 
The excitement was great, for the answer was here
There was no need for anger, sorrow or fear
When the veil came off, the answer would be clear
 
Veritas took the stage, and was met by the crowd
The whistled and cheered, they all were so proud
Veritas flashed his smirk, and all the crowd bowed
 
He explained his progression to the throng
He apologized that it had indeed taken so long
But he had the answer, and he couldn’t be wrong
 
The time had now come, to unveil his most treasured art
The crowd held their breath, and one crossed his heart
This was the moment they’d desired since the start
 
Veritas ripped off the veil, and the crowd screamed
Surely, this blasphemy could not be what it seemed
A single symbol on the paper, of this none had dreamed
 
The Mayor was stunned while Veritas stood with a smile
He’d wanted to display this masterpiece for awhile
Some closed their eyes, while some chose denial
 
Veritas explained that this symbol described all
For each path was determined by They, big and small
And he claimed he knew it not better than those who would fall
 
The Mayor was angry, and felt he’d been cheated
How had a trusted a man so fully conceited
Veritas knew that he’d soon be defeated
 
He yelled back at the crowd that he’d done what they asked
He’d given them their answer; he felt that he’d passed
The noose was around his neck, it’d happened so fast
 
His sight grew dim as life came to the final close
The Mayor again asked him the purpose in elegant prose
Veritas, expiring, smiled saying “God only knows.”
 
 
 Veritas is dead, but his message remains true
Tragically, most miss the point, leaving only a few
What the answer is can only be determined by you
 
FIN
 
 
 


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