Canvas

Canvas

Every new Day is a new Canvas

A new Brush

A new color

A new Image

  We choose these things

Yet it seems the paint drips

The Brush drys

The Image changes

Until there is a new canvas

For the image painted that day

Is for everlasting

Even though you may get a new Brush

A new paint

A new canvas

The memories of making it

Are which can never

Be Taken away