The Artist
..
He bought the hat in 62,
When he was still a lad…
He started capturing what he saw,
Upon his old sketchpad
.
A lot of time had come and gone,
The changes they were many
His weary eyes had seen a lot
His pen had captured plenty
.
But no one seemed to notice
Or took the time to see
His drawings showed the down and out
Life’s sad reality
.
The child barefoot on the street
Nowhere to call his home
The woman sick and old and tired
Soul lost and all alone
.
The beggar, no one seems to see
All dressed in rags and cold
The prostitute, her skirt too short
He guessed about sixteen years old
.
The rats that scurry cross the street
The junkie in the hall
The garbage piled stinking, high
Graffiti on the wall
.
His sketch pads each a story tells
Of lives and loves and living hells
But the artist’s eyes witnessing that-
Lie hidden ’neath his leather hat.
.
DEWDOT SAG
2013 Sandy lee (All rights reserved)
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The owl is spot on and love the fantasy as well 🙂
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Marvelous art and photography !
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