A Gift

The doorbell rings at an approach

The wiggling handle moves the most

How your drum beats study in your ear

How you hold back a fearful tear

Then you open was such a surprise

Two boxes and a note

"One is a gift that opens your mind,

Another a curse to bring you to your demise"

I am Paint

I am smeared on I canvas

Raped by other colors

Thinned

And stabbed by hairy bristles

I stained clothes and carpet

I am wash down the drain

Unwanted till made into perfection

Which only the beholder can pronounce

I am oil 

Acrylic 

Water

I am at the will of one

One that is many

An artist

A visual musician

I am the liquid clay they mold

Holding my shape and design

On a paper

Canvas

Or wall

I am paint

Oh Captain of Wedding

Oh bride and groom
Your fearful planning is done
The dress has been found
The tux has been worn
And the rings you now adorn

Oh bridesmaid and groomsmen
Your loyalt, worthwhile
To see them beam and smile
Out with the old and in with the new
All for the "I do"

Oh father of the bride
You stand tall and proud
As you walk her down
And now you stand
For the other man