This poem is about an artist
Wilson is the name that he goes by
He draws from daily experience
His medium is life

The streets, the gallery where he exhibits
That my friend is Wilson's style
With his quick wit and compliments
He paints on his subjects...smiles

Wilson feels that strong artistic pull
To take the palate of life
Sweeping brush strokes of inspiration
In an effort to paint things right

Wilson is a true artist
One of a dying breed
Takes those whose path he crosses
And draws upon their needs