The Artist
One more thing done
Another done today.
One more reason to go on.
A reason not to die.
Another picture painted there
that would not be there otherwise.
Another proof that I exist.
Another reason to persist.
My cells like comrades die for me.
A million tiny lives.
They fight and eat in constant war
and do not realise
that all I do to honour them
each day of every year
is hope to make one single thing
to show that I was here.