Wednesday, June 04, 2008

my poetry has ( i think) waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay improved. judge for yourself
The Painter
His hand readdy, his heart light
Dreams of the things he'll paint each night
Someday he may paint some thing that all the world will view
But it is only worth it if it brings joy to a few
So never worry, never fret,
if you can only paint things
That others may forget
for all who in this way
their feelings release
Will find in their hearts
A great master piece!

1 comment:

Smichelle's said...

Really nice poem Tory! I love and miss you soooooooo much.