A number poem about the beauty of a life devoted to art:
For what does one live, but for goodness and beauty?
One’s goodness is beauty; one’s beauty is good.
Remember that when what one loves is one’s duty,
To labor brings one all the joy that one would.
Yet this does not always work out as it should.
Fear not the days of frustration and sorrow;
Old wounds reopened, new ones unhealed.
Undaunted by pain, you’ll turn back to tomorrow,
Renewed by the love that sustains your ideal.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: White River. By Aakash Gandhi. Music
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