No wisdom,

have I to share,

For I,

am a master,

of none.

My hand,

have not applied,

A thousand coats of,

shiny paint,

onto blank canvas.

Hands of mine,

have not molded,

clay into viable,

material life like,

statue.

Eyes within,

cannot hold true,

the hue which,

paints with beauty,

the light.

For I,

have no wisdom,

to share,

only words,

only words.