Sonnet: On Crucial Times
They test my patience severely, some souls,
When success lurks around the corner just;
No more am I a square peg in round holes;
No more will my books gather house-dust.
The world looks down upon an artist new,
And discourages talents found galore;
The righteous and the sane persons are few;
But why worry when God opened my door.
Determination is the primal key;
Unlocking truthfully labour's pad-lock;
And sacrifice of precious time's, the fee;
Before an artist dons his glorious frock.
In some more time, the world will accept him,
And life will always shine, never be grim.
poem by John Celes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
