Improve
The last thing I had written down
must surely be my best...
but surely I'd improved as much
that I should be as blessed.
A future I can now create
and prove it's worth increased.
Creation better than the last
that it should be as yeast.
A world of art to make of it,
creation of itself.
As separate as a work can be
were it upon a shelf.
Expecting all within the mind
to be as it's enthralled.
And wonder what is left to be
when art is what as stalled.
A world a better place to be
excelling in it's power.
When wakenings in our life project
to go on by the hour.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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