One poem that stands the test of time,
Outshines tons of mediocre ones.
Heartfelt, soulful, and divine,
that won't
fade
like a photo
beneath
the sun.

A million in a million years,
may give birth to
a few.
I'll be happy when I'm done,
with one fine one
or
two.

When an artist paints his masterpiece,
does he know what it is?
Is it just a painting to him,
or 
his muse's sweetest kiss?

Is it the same with all our children,
of the creative heart and soul?
A poem that stands the test of time,
may come fast
or
may come slow.

The poet may not know it,
in this life, anyway -
for
if and when 
he'll paint a masterpiece,
is not for him to say.