Literature
Masterpiece
Life's drawing;
It's picked up a pen, a pencil,
A blank piece of paper
And now it's drawing;
Drawing you bare,
Like the day you came
Kicking and screaming
Into this world;
Rounding out the hollows of your features
With a depth of darkness,
A shade of human,
You did not know you had;
Highlighting your cheeks
With sparks of light
-Occasional fragments of grace-
But leaving you colourless
In shades of grey and black and white,
Because Life's the artist,
And you're the interpretation.