Paper

A crumpled piece of paper

Has no value, has no worth

It’s greatest purpose is

To fill the dumpsters

Burn in landfills,

Die and leave

No trace of birth.

But there is nothing without worth,

As every artist knows.

A crumpled piece of paper

Is the next success

Of Shakespeare

Or a sketchpad

For Van Gough.

I am

A crumpled piece of paper

Born to live and die a mess

But an Artist picked me off the floor

Filled me with His writings

And His pictures

And He never

Loved me less

For being a crumpled piece of paper