Man, thou art; art and artist,
Canvas and colour, painter and paint.
Man’s warm heart, enshrines a list,
Of loves to love, till fatally faint.

Art, thou art, for thou art thou,
And none can mirror the shape of your soul.
Artist you are, for you endow,
Ingenuity’s engine with creativity’s coal!

A Canvas, thou art, for life to fill,
With golden smiles and teary blue.
Colour you are with hues to spill,
Onto the canvas of the living few.

A Painter, thou art, that paints a vision,
This vision at the tip of your brush lies.
Paint you are, to become what you envision,
Before, beyond your reach, it flies.

Your red-blooded heart merrily drums,
To the rhythm of your rhythmic breath.
By breath, silence is silenced and rendered dumb,
The song sweetly sung, by dutiful death!

To live one must love living,
And to love living, one must love.
We love by gratuitous giving,
Of the gifts we’ve been given from above!

Alive, thou art; reader dear,
Alive for how long? None can say,
So, live to love while you’re still here,
Immortality is won that way!

Granville D. Austin