How long can one man stand? For his whole life is but a day; Leaving footprints in the sand, Only for the winds of time to blow away. With olive oil in his lamp, Hammer and chisel in his hand; On the walls of life he makes his stamp, Then his soul departs this land. Paintings and pictures, Letters and numbers; As the artist slumbers, His mind mixes the colors. Pen and penknife Were the friends of Leonardo; And though he had no wife, Marble was married to Michelangelo. To the poet ink and paper, To the artist brush and canvas; As the concept begins to taper, Emotions are birthed from joy to sadness. So keep writing writer, And keep painting painter; For sooner than later We will meet our maker.