NaPoWriMo Poem #15

Artist in the Renaissance School
By Edward S. Gault

Once there was an artist
In the renaissance school.
He painted and sculpted
He wrote poetry and prose,
He was a photographer.
He spent many hours of the day
Honing each of these disciplines
He would not sell
Until a piece was perfect.
He never sold any pieces.
This went on for years.
Decades.
The honing.
The perfecting.
By the time he was a very old man,
His home had become a gallery
Of some of the finest work in the country
-if only anyone knew of it!
But nobody did.
Eventually, he died.
His children settled his accounts
(there were many).
They sold the house.
They got rid of all the junk.

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