The Artist

We write poems that no one ever will read; Paint landscapes that will never be sold; Compose music that no one ever will hear; Imagine stories that will never be told. We sculpt statues that in no museum will stand; Pen plays no performer will act; Snap photos that in no periodical will land; Craft scripts no producer will back. And, when the sunrise another tomorrow does bring, We will go out and do it once more, Because, even in writing a song that no one will sing, The artist achieves what he is living for.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014



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Date: 5/12/2014 4:16:00 PM
Excellent and so true Joe
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