Painted by Poet
The picture above is of my oil painting, "The Orphan." I used a photograph from November 1975 National Geographic magazine as a reference.
A work of art, I speak to you today. I live and breathe the sad life of a boy with solemn eyes and little time to play: alone, I'm left to seek each simple joy of finding water, food, and where to sleep. No smile shows on my face, but in my hand a tiny spray of flowers I will keep- my lone possession in this barren land. An orphaned boy am I, poor and alone, who reaches out to you with pleading eyes. No home for me, no treasures do I own; no loving arms to soothe my tearful cries. For just your smile and scraps of bread or two, one special flower I will give to you.
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