Work Of Art Poem by Madam Anonymous

My life is a work of art
Sometimes moving backward, but mostly forward
A difficult life, for not one faint of heart

First I think, then I do
Little by little, every day, every moment
To myself always be true

That joy of success
Many times I find it, many times I don’t
But still feel truly blessed

To have ultimate freedom
To live my life, to live my way
I can make it exciting or I can make it humdrum
I can curse it or I can praise each day

I choose to make
My life a work of art
To be mine alone, of good and bad parts

My life is truly a work of art.