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.