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Alone at his bench, the artist creates The work of his lifetime nobody hates: A painting of magnificent splendor; A representation of artistic surrender. No worthless rendition of meaningless things, This painting reveals the souls of all beings. All of his hopes and dreams are concealed On the canvas of life which this painting reveals. His joy and sorrow he poured into this one, This painting of life, which is finally done. A call to his friends and small family, Inviting them all to come in and see. What will their reactions be? Will they like it as much as he? The painting, so bold, reveals his soul. Its sale was not his ultimate goal. Fame means nothing, nor riches galore. The opinions of close ones means more. One by one, they pass by his creation, Praising his vision and innovation. Pleased by their words, he knows just one thing: This painting will bring joy to every being. Worldly success may never be his, But he knows it doesn't get much better than this. The unfinished artist is finished at last. His despair and worry are now in the past.
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