My Art
Poetry is not my art—
my poems are not to see.
Music, though it moves my heart,
will never come from me.
Sculpture is a skill I haven’t
and I’ll haven’t it always;
while painters paint things I don’t get
or even recognize for days.
And drama’s clearly not my art,
though I can play a fool.
Still, I feel I have my part
—my art is loving you!
