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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PATRON OF ART, by GLADYS VONDY ROBERTSON
First Line: You saw me first when I was poor
Last Line: But cannot grasp my art.
First Line: You saw me first when I was poor
Last Line: But cannot grasp my art.
You saw me first when I was poor --
I wore a battered hat.
You turned a shoulder: passed me by.
Smug in your seat you sat.
You were a patron of the arts;
I struggled hard to live.
I would leave the world a noble thought
While gold is what you give.
Forsooth, I now am known to fame!
My work is set apart.
Now you revere my battered hat,
But cannot grasp my art.
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