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Thirty-eight must now make hay from beauty,
Having lost his love for lack of cents.
In professing a profession that pays well,
Rejuvenating what he has to sell,
The artist weighs ideals against expense,
Yearning for his bit of labor's booty.

Even as he redefines his duty
Intent on an intention less intense,
Grappling with his heart, he cannot tell
How much his art was an excuse to fail,
There being need no longer for pretense.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

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