![]() The Stages of the CanvasA Poem by devon![]() ** Read Author's Note!![]() I started out with nothingness, A blank canvas with all the paint to gain. From infant to child I grew, And so did the amount of things I knew, And so the color came.
Sometimes I think the canvas is full- That my knowledge is too vast to tame. But deep down I realize as I get older, The colors, oh, they’ll get bolder. I’ve still got so much paint to gain. © 2012 devonAuthor's Note
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