I wait and wait for the inspiration to come,
the clock keeps ticking from autumn to autumn -
A canvas white, losing its bright.
The class I am in,
hands are messed with colors, unable to wash,
many paintings complete - to each his own a master piece.
The lure of hues wanting to spread out,
But I don’t dip in the brush,
mocking the daubs done by the crowd.
I wait and wait for the inspiration to come,
the clock keeps ticking from autumn to autumn –
Life - canvas white, losing its bright.
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