Wouldn't life be grand
I wish I were a fancy artsy
living off my creative exploits.
I'd wish to mingle with its class,
commune with the type of people
who live and breathe for art.
I'd wake up every morning
percolating with bursts of ideas.
I'd master hues and nuances
splattering colours on wide canvases.
My brushstrokes would be magical
and my art inspiring to all.
There'd be a reason to my creations.
Like a calling to offer true compassion,
my art would be joyful and bring cheer
speak to both the heart and soul, mostly
reach the sad and lonely to offer hope.
AP: 2nd place 2025
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