Portrait Ii
Portrait II *
By: Tom Wright
1/31/02
Meticulously mixed, my days as paint,
my life, a canvas, on an easel stand.
Each brushstroke from the palette,
precisely placed by the Masters hand.
Solely exhibited will be yon things,
which I exclusively, in stone, have cast.
Finally on canvas, change I can't,
things permanently etched into my past.
As each day's paint is so aptly applied,
with others, interlaced, they quickly dry.
Oft, seen are things that disappoint,
such as black daubs, on dapple colored sky.
Each day , has been a single brush stroke;
In paint, one life, that soon shall fade.
God's portrait of another unique person,
a rainbow, consisting of every shade.
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