An old cotton canvas, well weathered and worn
Has seen many shades since the day it was born,
Its glory has faded; time has paid its toll
But, when day is over, each crevasse is whole.

Where shades of light blue, once filled each soul with light
A dull, drab existence shall hinder our sight,
If we stare toward the canvas, once brilliant and bold
And fail to examine the beauty untold.

We live in the present, forgetting the past
Refusing to see that true beauty shall last,
Beyond faddish movements to better with age
For classics still linger when time turns a page.

An old cotton canvas appears at first glance
To be one more victim of life’s circumstance,
But, if we look deeper, we will soon perceive
The glory remains for those who still believe.

The skyline may not be as bright or as blue
But, if we are certain its beauty is true ,
We will see the canvas, as a gift in its prime
Since the colors will live in our hearts for all time.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection