A Heart of Art
A creative heart you were, attached to art;
You neglected fame yet you played your part,
In your humble hut, you carved a colorful cart,
While some men are moving in a mart to mart.
You painted the world on paper that is powerful,
You carved a kind cot, so cool and colorful;
You built a blessed boat so bright and beautiful,
Just to make the wild wiser, wider and wonderful.
Your world was wholesome though cheerless,
Your vision was to be the voice of the voiceless;
You painted the heart of the hurt and the helpless,
You focused on the future… so faithful and fearless.
For your fans and folks you gave everything;
Even fools and your foes learned something,
For all your wondrous works you earned nothing,
At last, you lost your life: the most precious thing.
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