a man under thirty needs vast creative stroking,
of hollow back biters who merely are joking.
a man over forty starts to care less,
of the flagrant song of creative ridiculers.
age belies a tough thickened skin,
rips and tears from the spite fueled din.
a hued out thought , a tangible sketch.
a creative spark to release the itch.
a voice born from troubled thought,
of life lived from this day wrought.
an unwavering resolve for creative quest.
a duty bound to put concepts to rest.
not for stroking or design acclaim
but to simply ward off the mind thats insane.
QJD = 2013
