Signature Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

This is nature´s attitude, methinks
while buiding a house or apartments he sings
a wellknown song to the ears
many a time you´ll get tears
many a time accompanied by fear
it´s not as easy as it looks, but very clear
if he fails whole buildings will fall down
from the twentieth etage till the earth on the ground
no signature is left
he felt bereft.

We do realize that everything on this forsaken earth
has its own beautiful signature, it has such worth
nothing more beautiful and a powerful thing
than the own signature while he is dating
the young beauty of the town
and pride all over as his own.

Not only huge buildings and heavenhigh skycrapers
has the own signatures, also a Fabergé and Swarovski
these smallest productions have their own allures
signed by the designer with his/her own signatures,

a De Séde, a Thonet, you can find them on the internet
or tad bigger, perhaps a 911 Porsche Cabriolet
even van Gogh and Gauguin put their signatures
so had Camille Claudel hers on her precious sculptures.

Signatures become most expensive after the owners died
it depends upon how famous they have become worldwide
I remember Marlon Brando gave me his yellow shirt
I threw it away because through the decennia it got too much dirt

I also remember the Zenith, the Delft and the Gouda
the BMW, the Mercedes and the cheaper Skoda
hey, we still have the Rembrandt and the Rubens
I better stop here, the signature collections have become inmmense....


Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "Fabergé's Chess Issue"

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