Never Empty

Our life is so fleeting. Mistakes
Happen. Lessons of Fortune are plenty.
And my pockets full of holes are empty,
But an artist must starve for art’s sake

Melpomène at random from all
Chooses a favorite not for humor.
I hope I'm not a stranger to her more,
On a life's stage while the curtain falls.

Never aim for high profits in art ‒
The most precious is joy of creation.
I fill the void with words of afflation
On the last page ... I’d learn this by heart.

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