I Didn’t Draw, I Wouldn’t Paint

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I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.

Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.

Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.

They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Dear Sweet Friend

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Dear sweet friend
How blessed
I be
To know and love
A friend like thee.

Dear sweet friend
No judgement
Ever do I feel
Only love, respect
And dignity.

Dear sweet friend
I hope to be
The same for you
As you have been
To me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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I Didn’t Draw, I Wouldn’t Paint

I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.

Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.

Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.

They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012