Crayons of Doubt


As a child, one teaches oneself to draw

With crayons, no doubt, on paper plain raw.

The colors that swirl are unmistakable prints

Of genius within the kid of talents.


But as one grows older, the crayon goes out.

The child in you becomes a person of doubt.

The person claims that he or she cannot draw

When practice is all it takes to retain the greatness.


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