Deprivation Poem by Jayce McCormick

There are things in life on which we rely
To feel at all normal and keep us from shy
From love to talents, and bright blue skies
Everyone has something that keeps them alive

An artist, for instance, lives for his brush
His paints and canvases, the colors so lush
He admires his art, inspirational quirks
And the people love emotions that come from his works

Or a magician, you see, is very tricky indeed
He can deceive the mind, very clever you see
And he loves what he does, to fake unimaginable power
To put joy in the people, hour after hour

And alas, the musician, with his musical mind
Can transform poetry into melodic rhymes
Yet though his pay may not be all too much
He loves to perform, whatever the cost

If any of these were deprived of their gift
They would hide from the sun, or fall in a pit
Because they need that spark from the talents they have
To bring meaning to themselves, and to stop feeling so bad

So if you are one who has been deprived
Of something you live for, that keeps you divine
Don't blame the one who took the sky so blue
Because they, unalike, cannot think like you