My Canvas

Every mark upon my canvas,

tells a different story

I would not wish them to vanish,

or live without the glory


Each stroke upon the fraying sides,

another stroke of wisdom

Each mistake found, without a rhythm,

creates a better guide


No man or child could go without,

a few more splashes of paint

No matter how you puff and pout,

the artist will not feint

For those who find a blank canvas still,

your story comes, it has a will