The Art of Us
I envy those who can create fine art.
With brilliant strokes the make masterpieces.
Colors flow and blend for a grand effect.
They do not realize how lucky they are
To have the skill to bring forth such beauty.
And yet that skill is theirs, I have my own.
If we were all artists where would we be?
We all have our own special gifts to give.
Each one of us can add his own beauty
To the vibrant art of society.
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