Lessons Before Dying
You can spend your whole life
Creating art from the shapes
You find on your way
But if you don’t make something
Somebody wants to put
On their living room wall
Then you better get a job.
You had best find a thing
That will carry you right
Up to your grave
A bird call
An anointment of dew
A cold cup of water
Drawn deep from the well
Like an invitation.
Remember not to forget
What Papaw said
About making hay about
When you find the place
Wear your path deep
As an annuity.
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