Sent to a friend encouraging her to get on with her painting:
Wonders she: what’s the big rush
what’s this your nagging plaint?
Won’t there always be a brush?
Won’t there always be paint?
Thus cheerfully we chime
by lingering lure:
There shall always be time!
But can one be sure?
Such hope may prove mere delusion
Don’t attempt another feint
and waste talent in confusion
Don’t tarry, get going paint!
Go ahead, show us your heart
do stare down your easel
allow us enjoy your art!
No more words of weasel!
edited 03/21/22 1020