I Hang My Painting
I Hang my Painting
The people walk on by and look
My life is hanging on the hook
Every look they find an angle
Nothing simple, life a tangle
A life, the process that we need
From time to time it leads to bleed
The shadow change is after us
A better person we are thus
Our paintings hang on the display
Some stand to look, some walk away
We cannot change our life painting
All we do is choose the framing
I write here smiling in your face
and hope you notice this word space
- iambic tetrameter-
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