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If I Were An Artist
Were I a great artist,
and people were canvas,
I’d paint them with kindness,
they’d live on greener grass.
With a pallet full of color,
a magic wand for a brush,
I’d paint a new honor--
that gives the spine a rush.
Were I a fine sculptor,
and the earth was my clay,
I’d mold it as a game,
we’d all be kids and play.
With skills of a sculptor,
and the tools of the trade,
I’d sculpt men of beauty,
there’d be no masquerade.
Were I a conductor
with orchestra in hand,
I’d wave up a symphony--
we‘d skip to the promise land.
With drumming’s of furry,
drowning out screams for war,
Angel’s singing violins--
leading strings-- to heaven’s door.
If I were a wordsmith,
the written word-- my game,
I’d write sweet poetry--
that would set man’s heart aflame.
With a pen full of wonder,
epiphanies to employ,
play would be our living art,
living life would be our joy.
Were I a star rocker
with my lightning guitars,
I’d rock-it to a milky way,
we’d be rolling with the stars.
With amps fully cranked,
and the lead’s all screaming,
the bases blowing out,
Man-- would we be steaming....
reasonrhymer
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Wonderful read, thanks for it.
