'' As You'Re Lowered Into The Ground '' Poem by Bri Mar

If a picture paints a thousand words,
I'm heading out to buy some paint,
I'll do a forest without any birds,
That would look quite quaint.

It takes a lot of ink to write,
Be it poems or a scary story,
Whereas paint can set a canvas alight,
With any subject in all of it's glory.

I wonder do you get painters block,
Whilst painting your masterpiece,
How do you get your mind to unlock?
Do your ideas ever cease?

In painting there are copies galore,
In writing you'd be classed as a cheat,
Plagiarism cuts right through to the core,
By copying you'd be guilty of deceit.

Is the written word harder to define?
In reality does it take more skill?
Which is better yours or mine,
Whose pleasure will either fulfil?

Opinions will differ that is a fact,
There are so many artists and writers,
Though there is one undisputable fact,
If nothing else we are all fighters.

Living hand to mouth is common place,
As there are Artists and writers galore,
Most will disappear without any trace,
The chosen few will remain to the fore.

The majority will never find fortune or fame,
But it will never stop them trying,
You'll wait forever for any acclaim,
Probably till the day you are dying.

Whichever you do you must try to enjoy,
Whether you're an artist or a poet,
Dwelling on fame will only irk and annoy,
If you're talented then go out and show it.

The golden rule is to please yourself,
Be happy with what you achieve,
As Most of our work gathers dust on a shelf,
Our next masterpiece is what we must weave.

You must never give up for you never know,
Your work may one day be found,
You can then watch your reputation grow,

‘' As You're lowered Into The Ground ‘'