THE ARTIST

All the world's a stage; All men and women players Poets!emotional representatives Esteemed by reality No pen dreads All heart's cravings;the desire to hold still On steel On reefs On seed No flee of glee But a guarantee No man shall sell, The Tell of my griefs: Some sweet sensation Of fire fiddling chameleon The chance to slain The disdain chance of my Gain But in the mind of the creative Lives the truth The cue to human emotions The strength to live, The power to sing And ring the bell . I, the bell ranged The sermon The worlds pen, I am the artist; The mirror The replica of you The you in you And the bearer of your garments.