The Life of a Painting
Callen Spear
Once young and ready, the canvas wanted to strive.
After she was painted, she wanted to come alive.
Happy and new getting all the fame.
New and strange waiting for a name.
A lonely art piece waiting for her turn.
The longer delayed, the more a concern.
In the attic, dusty and feeling hated.
She started to look like she was faded.
Dusty art work in the back.
Old and forgotten, starting to crack.
Old and worn out, waiting for a friend.
Waiting and waiting, before her end.
A new picture gets her chance, not wanting to fail.
A lifetime of purpose turned aged and frail.