What's Important
With age I eventually realize
How little I really need
I came to this earth
With absolutely not a thing
I’ll leave it just as empty handed
Still if I were alone
And my house on fire
I wouldn’t hesitate to grab my purse
And my framed watercolor paintings
I’d tear them right off the wall
Knowing my muse is so darn fickle
That she may never visit me again
So these few paintings created years ago
May very well be irreplaceable
As I may never again be inspired
I wouldn’t take a chance
AP: 3rd place 2026
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
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