I can’t regale you with a sonnet
I can’t play piano or guitar.
I wish I did, I wish I could be
more than another guy at a bar.
You look me over top to bottom,
curious to see just what’s inside.
Besides the loose change in my pocket,
well, I’ve got nothing left to hide.
I don’t need to be smart to be clever.
Don’t need a watch to tell me time won’t wait.
While I can’t draw, or keep my plotlines straight:
My art is in the life that I create.
For those of us who grow up knowing
food doesn’t show up on one’s plate
We hear an appetite that’s taunting,
biding its time to seal our fate.
And like a gunshot in the distance
it forced me to a running start.
That blast still echoes in the caverns
that love left vacant in my heart.
I don’t need to be smart to be clever.
Don’t need a watch to tell me time won’t wait.
While I can’t draw, or keep my plotlines straight:
My art is in the life that I create.
Why erase a wrinkle, why hide a single line
when they chronicle the landscape of a lifetime?
Like razing trees to better see a barren line.
A pristine canvas is a song without a rhyme.
Won’t promise I can buy you diamonds,
and I've no use for fancy cars.
I do swear your life won’t be a blank page
but a night sky peppered with stars!
And I never did like a blank page:
an empty sky without stars...
#JohnTravolta
