SAD ~ Seasonal Acknowledgement Display
To grow, art can make a wonderful start
When it comes straight from your heart
When only from your head it’s for a mart
Then, I’d think it is little more than a fart
It will be noticed, so loud and so brash
Despite the smell, it should bring cash
Its sound and fury, disappear in a flash
The smell will linger like rotting trash
Can we know in the straight and narrow
Will we understand deep in our marrow
Will we never know from birth to barrow
Will we never get it to our eternal sorrow
