He toiled and sweated for eons
With paint brushes and crayons
An optimist! He drew furiously
In the hope
To create a masterpiece ultimately
A few fortuitous strokes
And Lo! Behold!
He had surpassed his hopes
There stood in all its splendour, his alter-ego
A work of art, Michael Angelo’s fresco
What next?
He felt his creation
Needed immortalization
Ergo – needed an equally magnificent framing
Enhance the ethereal beauty, compliment its meaning.
That ought to be easy – he thought
Just needed to find the right lock
He had the master key,
All he needed was a frame
For all to stop, take notice -
