One-a-day-poem

Pinned by memory

To the divine,

His

Practiced hand

At break of day, his

Modest heart

At wake of night

Earn him

A salvation

Of sorts

For my sake

and

for the sake

Of art.

Hope Lies

Hope lies

In that first

"Good Morning"!

It only takes

            One song

            One painting

            One act

To gain a nod

Before coffee -

Before

Bean counting

Me Into

The grave.