THE MASTERPIECE
The masterpiece of you and I
Something you contributed – but with a sigh
You can’t live up to the critics hype
That’s not you – you’re not the type
The masterpiece came into sight
Proudly displayed in the early evening light
At the railings – propped up well
‘All my own work’ – it’s not hard to tell
Masterpieces – might smile or frown
Before the wind blows them down
As the public pass to have a look
They also saw me – as an open book
And to my surprise after-awhile
It suddenly became clear the artistic-style
Was more about me – than my elbow grease
The oddity I was – became the masterpiece
