Heirs Poetica
Once I was an artist
I painted in the sky,
the rainbows and the sunsets
but they never seemed to dry.
Once I was a poet I wrote
in chalky hues,
I wrote of love and raindrops
in purples,reds and blues
Once I was a player
I strode from town to town
singing songs and acting
we traveled all around.
Now my soul is empty
there's nothing more to do
and I have nothing left to leave ,
no heritage for you.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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