The Errant A
A misnomer of mine
The splash of ink
Which smears the page
On my priceless artwork
Over which I toiled and slaved
Now leaves it’s mark on my perfect page
I forever have grumbled
And complained
“Can’t I ever finish
Without that smudge on my work
To diminish?!!!!”
Seems as I have grown older
I’ve become less aware of
Those small imperfections
And focus more on the works I strive for and
Complete
For even the greatest artists concede
They too have had
Moments of doubt
And then reprieve
It’s all about the journey
Not the smudge on your sleeve.
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