The colorblind artist is true to his craft.
Toils in his studio summer heat, cold draft.
His is a poor and lonely occupation,
He paints in the dull drabs of brown and gray,
Poor beyond poor, since his folks passed away,
But now he must work feverishly for his supper,
With hope nearly gone, stripped to the must,
In the dark of night he cries in his lust,
Then one day, a young maiden peeks in the door,
She's struck by his pale blue Iris eyes,
"Where have you been all of my life?
The artist is shocked at the girl's boldness,
She works so hard to make him happy,
In due time, a pretty little daughter comes along,
She comes in his studio and gets in his paint.
Posted on the Internet, sales have been slow,
A fine art critic arrives on the scene,
With color so vibrant, striking and bold,
A gallery showing in the Big Apple is cast,
He sees only green coming through his door,
Ishihara Color Blindness Test Plate 4 © Colour-Blindness.com
Sometimes it takes a little help to turn drudgery to greatness. 6/11/16