I taught myself to paint <br />remember, life <br />in vain, recreate, youth. <br /> <br />By now it's past too, <br />our quiet pool slowly poisoned by the sand that blows in. <br /> <br />Slowly, <br />it settles to the bottom, then shifts in the depths. <br /> <br />Slowly, <br />the eternal glacier moves forward an inch each year <br />in contempt of the blazing sun <br />and the sweat that rolls down the faces <br />of the faithful that pull it along the ground.<br /><br />Matthew Christopher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-taught-myself-to-paint/
