New Year Old Canvas
New Year Old Canvas
New brushes are clean
New Pallettes arrive
New paints are prepared
A new year is here
Old brushes are tossed
Old paint flakes away
But the canvas stays
Are we so callow
So blindly naive?
The canvas remains
Its fabric rotted
Fresh paints and brushes
Resolutions bright
So woeful
So futile
With fabric soiled
So sip champagne
Be of good cheer
Lest new canvas found
No happy new year
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2023
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