The Artist’s Lament
by Elvis Swift

To watch the world at large
And shade it as you see it
Then scribble down your thoughts
Determined to not give a whit

Draw the thing that’s in the mind
Quickly sketch an image
Think a thing then pen it right
Resolve on paper said visage

Paint ideas when fully formed
Round to somewhat clarity
Fashion lines to show the sight
Displayed with righteous verity

With lofted noble goals
The work now takes its shape
No thought of critics words
Some might love while others hate

Or simply decorate a room
With colors bright and gay
To make a living from the art
And ply your craft another day