i suspect
the person who has no creative
outlet.
no brush in hand,
no pen, no recipe
on the table with the oven
hot.
they don't sing,
or write,
they don't act, or play music.
there is
no joy or flair,
nothing grows outward,
there is no juice
to share.
no dance, no gift of gab.
they minister
to no one.
they give
nothing to the world,
and the world
in return, gives nothing
back.
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