The Starving Artist For Maxine Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

I met an Artist the other day, she worked
and slaved her bills to pay
'The Starving Artist, ' chose she the the name,
just hoping much a little fame
Her portraits I did take a glance, her lonly eyes
did quest by chance
So much talent, did I say, the depth, the thought
in every way
Michelangelo, thats what you are, and in time
you shall go far
She said to me, friend, this I must know, are
they good enough to show
I say yes, there's great a chance, a critic see
your work enhance
Time will tell who's in the race, a life of trial,
trial face
On canvas you did put your thought, thus in
this way the detail caught
No greater artist, say this you are, and
this you know, you have gone far
Already name had reached the top, and
farther you'll go, you will not stop
To me a pleasure, shake your hand, your
name now known throughout the land
Your portraits pleasure all to me, your
name, Maxine shall live, posterity