SURRENDER

Let me hear music
And lyrics of songs;
You take your world
And you right its wrongs.

You fix the climate -
I gave you the tools -
But don't scoff at me,
Aim jibes at the fools
Lusting for cash,

Extending their hands,
Inspired by greed's
Ungrateful demands.

Allow me a poem,
Grant me a novel;
I need no home,
Words are my hovel.
They'll outlast me,
Although left unread.
You're poorer for that,
I've said what I've said.

My sickness is mine;
It's all that I own.
You've taken the rest,
So leave me alone.

The painting is by James Tissot, a nineteenth century French artist.