To My Patron

Be of good cheer, Marie! I'll write you a song.
I haven't yet found a job. The means, the
Contortions, one has to master if one is to
Enter the world of the paid do not come to me
Easily. I guess you know. I can fix you
A sandwich or paint you a picture of fruit
In a bowl or of hillsides backlit, but I seem,
I confess, to be valueless to those who'd
Offer me wages, who would find me of use,
And though sometimes this shortcoming
Saddens me some, I take pride in it,
Sometimes. I like what I do, and I hope,
Perhaps wrongly, that art is a calling,
And that you, now home from a day
Of debasement, see value in what I do
While you're away, and that you find it
Cheering, Marie.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-02-19 at 00:45

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