Canvas


When we are born we are like blank canvasses
Some newborns are born with stains and marks
These spots were not colors they could choose
They were put there by fate or by their mothers

Lucky babes have their canvasses pure white
Not a drop of colored paint to stain their life
These get to choose their colors as they grow
Through textures, types and style that'll show

The canvass of life has a chance of revealing
Full and bright vibrant colors ever-changing
Some pieces have faded colors and white spots
This collection represents the priceless pieces

Each life displays its own true rainbow colors
Brushing strokes and textures through the years
No two pieces of life artwork are ever the same
That's why you can never put a price tag on life
The canvass; most valuable piece given by God

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