Life's like a canvas;

Each one is unique, no two are the same

Some about flowers in a boutique,

Others about tricks and games

Life's like a canvas;

Each one is special, no two are dim

Some about doves in nestles,

Others about dark days at inns

Life is someone's canvas

With frames of wood and threads of cotton,

Some colors remembered while others forgotten,

Life's a canvas;

It starts our fresh and white

Awaiting a whole new light

It starts out as an empty situation

Awaiting a creation,

One to find their true passion

Life's a canvas; 

A magical place filled with color

That brightens up a place once duller  

Perhaps, ribbons of auburn and gold

Or splotches of black and grey mold

Life's a canvas;

Some strokes are rough, some smooth enough,

Some worth removing, others simply mind-blowing

Twists, curls, skies and seas

everything we imagine we can see

Patience it takes to achieve something great 

the final masterpiece a mystery we await  

Life's a Canvas;

A place for ideas to canvass

Special to the one, A path to guide that someone

One is the creator, Other the painter

And all the pleasure and strife

Is a work of The Canvas of Life