The Frustration of the Artist

The yearning to be understood
And not be merely seen as crude
For painting pictures in the nude
Which some folk think is very good

The artist paints, and with each stroke
Of brush, depicts weight of life’s yoke
The pan of ordinary folk
Who live life hard, it is no joke

Some people think his work a waste
And oft condemn it in their haste
But artists, working with life’s “paste”
Have sensed a life that few can taste

The humanness which drives them on
And bides them work from dusk ‘til dawn
Shows mankind’s spirit has not gone
And shows that Joy has not yet flown

We are all artists in our heart
And love is where we make a start.
Some minds would like to break apart
“It’s good” they say “but is it Art?”