Creations Poem by Gregory Huyette

Michelangelo’s paint was nothing until focused and combined.
Beethoven composed masterpieces as his hearing declined.
Ford brought roads to life with miracle cars he designed.
Internet was a once a quixotic dream with no supporters to find.

But these creations are just a blink compared to precious birth.
Hearts and bodies entwine as another being enriches the earth.
Each entity nothing before, enjoys potentially magnanimous worth;
A chance to create or destroy in an ambiance of sorrow or mirth.

Time is short and pressures great as each attempts to survive.
Each that strains to create will find worlds open as it ties to strive.
More creations in arts, sciences plus politics and industry thrive.
Each of destruction and sorrow sees its life wasn’t really ever live.