by Jose B. Cabajar
Old work of art on the wall,
Viewed by countless pilgrims along the hall,
Faded painting of the ancient,
A glimpse of forgotten lives in transient,
Meticulously framed with unfamiliar wood,
Endured the test of ages and still looks good,
Well-blended hues and excellent art elements,
Allure art lovers to whisper solemn compliments,
Overwhelming brush strokes with a style,
Catch the beholder’s eyes with a smile,
A lot of people may not appreciate,
As inapt art that could not satiate,
Priceless art of yesterday,
Eye-opener of today.
Oh simple man! Don’t let your eyes slumber,
The deep sleep of ignorance is a silent devourer,
A closer look at such precious piece of art,
A message of truth gently touched my tender heart,
Seeing those innocent faces,
With flower-like freshness in foggy places,
Longing for brighter days,
Living in hope throughout their ephemeral days,
Exerting much effort to live a decent life,
Coping up with the heavy demands of everyday life,
Pursuing goals which are yet to be achieved,
Slowed down by devious things they did not perceive,
Tried to cry and appeal for their side,
But who had the courage to stand on their side?
The seemingly rich world enticed them with deceitful help,
In the end, exploited like innocent carnival elf.
Poor and wanting people in the past,
Well-painted on a canvass,
Presented aesthetically,
Revealed prudently and ethically,
Being displayed for the populace to see,
Its message so hard for others to see,
Oh, mysterious painter of profound truth,
A messenger of the Living Truth,
Oh, priceless art of yesterday,
In time to come, it will be your glorious payday.
Last updated December 12, 2011