His gait’s heavy
His mind laden with
A mountain of thoughts
The only riches that
No prison could hold.
His coat’s dirty
Somehow he’d touched
The worked on wall at
The archive
Rented by his sponsor
He helped storing art
And drawings of her famous
Family member.
An artist like him
But with a story of changing
Fortunes and his survival
Yet with good luck of a
Continued support and
Exhibitions all over Europe.
Well done dear A
Well done indeed.
Now poorly existing Z will
Try hard to drive on his
Own unique art –
Regardless.
A-Z
Z-A.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.