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In order to grasp your beauty

I must use the oldest of my tools

The new ones hold no honor

And hold no true worth to your beauty

As do my crisp and brittle paint brushes.



They may not paint as well as they used to

But they have come with ages of wisdom

Used by my father, and his before

I hold them to you with glee,

My crisp and brittle paint brushes.



The portrait almost finished now,

but the product may not seem complete.

My brushes have fallen ill to use

And are fighting against defeat,

My crisp and brittle paint brushes.



There, now have your look

As I have completed a work of art

One that goes beyond a masterpiece,

Disagree as you must

though the scratches bare truth to your perfection

My broken, hallowed paint brushes.