The Bittersweet
A faint touch with his paintbrush embraced canvas,
His signature move was human skulls on pandas.
Realistic to the point you'd think he was autistic,
he loved his work but far from narcissistic.
He's fifty five with depression and art keeps him alive,
Red, blue and yellow defines his means to survive.
The curse that wipes out landscapes like Oppenheimers
is the early stages of a disease known as alzheimers.
Experimental medications didn't improve his situation,
ten years pass and we look at reversed cultivation.
His finnished work now looks like early sketches,
Architecture designs and lines with rough edges.
He forgot how great he was but he still painted, thus
giving his life a meaning, and that's a huge plus.
He slowly fades into oblivion as he paints dots on canvas
while embracing art from his favourite painter that drew human skulls on pandas..
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