Jul
6
2008
6
2008
Poetry, eh?
Canvas (by Euan Mumford)
They say you paint for passion,
But your canvas is blank,
They say you paint for fun,
But your canvas is bare,
They say you paint for honour,
But the canvas stands empty,
They say you paint for pleasure,
But the brush is still dry.
I say you paint for money,
And the colours are coming,
I say you paint for greed,
And the picture develops,
I say you paint for yourself,
And it hangs in the gallery.
“Portrait of a man”
How true.
[NOTE: While not a big poetry fan, I do write the occasional poem. If you get a kick out of this kind of stuff, let me know, and I’ll post some more at some point.]
