Fine Lines
“That’s a pretty fine line,” I said to the man drawing lines so fine,
“Would you like to give it try?” he asked, “You can add to my design.”
He handed me his fine line marker and I made a couple of quick tries,
They weren’t anywhere nearly as fine as his but that was no surprise.
Because the lines that he drew in his art came from a practiced hand,
And just because you have a guitar it doesn’t mean you’re in the band.
Then he looked at me and said, “Art is something that you have to feel,
You have to give yourself over to your art before it can be real.”
There’s a fine line between an artist and a guy who just likes to draw,
And knowing where to draw that line was something that the artist saw.
So I’ll write lines of poetry hoping that some will turn out fine,
But every once in while it would be nice to touch upon sublime.
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