The Show

The artist arts to content her hearts,
But sometimes needs some recognition.
And when submitted to shows, she painfully knows
That she lacks that premonition.

Whether to win, or to again begin
After a walk of shame,
And spend some hours with artistic powers
To reenter the game.

The artist tries until she dies,
Or is at least exhausted,
Just to gain a little fame
In the sea of the world; not be lost-ed.

And then the call, her heart skips, pall-mall,
What is this, she now will know:
Both works have been accepted, not rejected,
And will be on display for the show.