The Art Lost

The bold way you sing

Pone my ears it does ring

The way you rythmicaly bounce

You're artistic in every once

I wish I could have been born alittle old

Instead I'm stranded in and artless world cold

You my creative one are the last

Last to aperciate art's beautiful past

Watch her as she takes her clumsy bow

Where is she to go now?

For people they no longer near

To our music that we make dear

What is to become of me?

If true beauty the can't see

I will wither away

No longer can one like me stay

Here on Earth's face

For true art has been erased

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!

Reviews

[APoetsMuse]

very interesting. can be developed a bit more but a good read!