Living Life With a Touch of Pathos
Life a beautiful woven tapestry
Silken threads running through a brocade
Day in and day out we sweat and toil
To the rhythm of the day
The painter with his brush strokes strives
To bring meaning out of the canvas
Different colours he tries to mix and match
Till the poster comes to life
Times of sorrow, times of joy
All allotted to us
Time for living, time for dying
Set aside by the clock
The maker views life from a prism
Seeing the different colours caused by refraction
Sits back and watches in satisfaction
The game of creation unfolding before his eyes
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2019
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