While his heart aches
and his mind cannot fathom
how things have changed
since Eve and Adam,
he must, of hunger,
choose a trade
that gives him food
and a little shade.
As he paints,
he think of dawn,
when in a few hours
tomorrow’s born,
and then he’ll have to look his best
and go out there and take the test
and find a job that gets him bread,
though tomorrow,
his heart is dead.

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