Soon The Paint Cracks Poem by Marilyn Jean

Have tried to paint
It back to keep it
As it was too ugly
Sounded too easy

One held the brush
Applied the color
Enjoyed it a bit
Thought this was it
Looked quite rosie

Yet paint, is that
Soon it tarnishes
Peels and cracks
And under there
It was the same
Felt deep down nasty

This is hard work
Always has been
The cover slides
The varnish falls
I froze
Ever noticed this?

Should not be hard
Should be no condition
Should be no wear nor tears
Should not be like this
But very easy


Blame not the weather
Blame not the time gone
Blame nobody
Be like me

Don't paint it more
Nor try fix it
Let it be
For it is
So much already
Yet nothing here

Because it has gone
And all wild and free
Does need none of this
Color over the misery
We called love