Art of Life

Maybe life is like art?
Given a blank canvas at the start.
As life starts going;
Art begins flowing.
Every humans piece of artistic production is unique.
Even when one does not think so; sometimes oneself can be the hardest critique.
The beauty in art is even with mistakes;
Solutions can be found to fix or remake.
End results may not be what was imagined.
Neither less , there still lies beauty so do not fret and abandon.
The beauty of art is if one must start over;
There now lies experience and knowledge. This time go slower. 

-C. Jackson
©cc1994

This poem is about: 
Our world

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