My Canvas Of Years

My story is almost finished My painting is drying and done I cannot say I've lost, and yet I cannot say I've won.

I've painted the world with a mixture of color And I've used such a strong, heavy brush Some parts of the canvas were lightly tinted While some glowed so vibrant and lush.

For tears from the bad days, were colors of blue That fell like a strong, winter rain Then golden yellow for the heavenly sunshine That peeked through to help ease the pain.

This canvas has taken a long time to paint It has grown larger with each passing year Now it cries for just one finishing touch To help make the meaning become clear.

So frame this canvas with bright sunny smiles And touch it so softly with love For the artist has finished her own masterpiece And is waiting to rest up above.

© 2000 Betty Lindsey mailto:bcactusl@yahoo.com Click HERE And Read Other Poems By Betty