The Artist
We write poems that no one ever will read;
Paint landscapes that will never be sold;
Compose music that no one ever will hear;
Imagine stories that will never be told.
We sculpt statues that in no museum will stand;
Pen plays no performer will act;
Snap photos that in no periodical will land;
Craft scripts no producer will back.
And, when the sunrise another tomorrow does bring,
We will go out and do it once more,
Because, even in writing a song that no one will sing,
The artist achieves what he is living for.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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