My Profession

It is my profession My art to say I curve for the still and bid them goodbye I skill these woods to soft texture lines A new burial box for another I smile for not one had lost, but the art I do, It brings peace in me, but all's changed I paint a wood with a tear and wipe it on dust cloth My profession had assigned me, I’m falling for my art For the One is no more to bring me lunch My heart is in sorrow, but it forgives I curve for the one I Love My LOVE had gone still With my profession I bid her goodbye