" VINCENT "
Oh
poor Vincent
how you suffered
your life so spent
Scorned
Your
work in mines
and above
but all you had in your
heart
was love
As
if you were no other
given the name of your
brother
he
before you
dead one year
With mingled emotions
you severed your ear
Your
awareness of brush
well honed
Sunflowers
yellow
adorning walls in gallery's
and homes
Lavishly
stroked portraits
you painted
So young your death
T'was fated
A
starving artist
and madman they said
But look who is a rich
man
dead.
TeAnne © Jan
29.1998
