A Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man
You tell yourself you’re good at what you do,
at least according to your friends and those
who’ve credited your artwork in review.
Portrait painting decades now, you chose
this work (which even then was out of fashion)
because each likeness you could bring alive
would spur you to another. But now your passion
ebbs, as restlessness and age connive.
Why don’t you close your eyes to see in dreams
all other genres you once found enthralling?
Detach and step outside the frame that seems
to hold you flat, and take this as your calling:
enliven years of time’s diminishing
with youthful joy a change of work might bring.