the geniuses of
the world,
the rembrandts
and
picassos ,
the einsteins
and
van goghs
have to wake up
and put on clothes.
they have
to get milk and bread.
rake the leaves
and brush
their teeth.
they have to walk the dog,
or answer
the phone.
they too have heart ache.
they too
worry
about tomorrow, about
the dimming light.
there is no escaping
the mundane
of this life.
the mail, the bills,
the washing
and cleaning.
a crust of bread to fill
them.
cutting wood for the fire
that brings
a flickering
of heat
and light.
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