:¦:-:¦: The Painter :¦:-:¦:
His name was Terence
A youth of our times
His talents did grow
His paintings did glow
Ambition rose high in his youthful mind
In our country he was one of a kind
Teached Art in the Catholic High School
He imparted his knowledge in a style very cool
He made a geat scene with palette in hand
He exposed his talents to his many fans
Another Picasso he aspired to be
His paintings were very lovely to see
Until one day to his pleasant surprise
A letter by post opened his eyes
An invitation for him to travel abroad
At once he could hear thunderous applaudes
His heart dreamed of fancy exhibit shows
He saw his name in neon blinking quite slow
Exciteded his thoughts strayed on Uncle Sam
While saying goodbye to his girlfriend Pam
That was the last we saw of our friend
Rumors told it he came to a dead end
He became a small fish in a very big Sea
Losing his last chance at prosperity
Life sometimes plays tricks upon unfortunate souls
Don't let big day dreams run out of control
Before following a whiff of future prospects
Be sure you hold onto lucrative projects
copyright©2007Irene
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Note:
Beware!
The grass is not always greener on the other side.
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