Ten years at a thousand hours each,
and I am a Master,
of what I have achieved,
am I an Artisan,
who has designed much and created much beauty but never seen the same in others,
am I a published Writer,
who has only imagined lives instead of lived them,
am I a Journeyman,
who has not traveled beyond a skill set,
all, late and
too realize,
no one person can do it all alone, as much as each thinks they have done.
For every Master
Artisan
Writer
and Journeyman
who has gone on before, has given to you of themselves
what you thought you possessed alone.
©DWE102013
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Ten years at a thousand hours each,
and I am a Master,
of what I have achieved,
am I an Artisan,
who has designed much and created much beauty but never seen the same in others,
am I a published Writer,
who has only imagined lives instead of lived them,
am I a Journeyman,
who has not traveled beyond a skill set,
all, late and
too realize,
no one person can do it all alone, as much as each thinks they have done.
For every Master
Artisan
Writer
and Journeyman
who has gone on before, has given to you of themselves
what you thought you possessed alone.
©DWE102013
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