Four score and eight years ago,
I was a writer of verse and
did portrait sketches, in pencil.
My writing is back unrehearsed.
At this moment, I am trying
to remember the joy
of sketching, when capturing
an image of a woman or child's face.
I expect it's too much
to do everything well.
At this moment, my life
is a living hell.
I need this skill if I am
to keep my sanity.
I hope it's not because
it's for my vanity.