A clean empty white paper, Looks beautiful, empty, peaceful bearer. If written good, it shines the words, If painted good, it befriends the colours. What if written horribly poor? Beauty dies like dying flower, What if painted bad with squirting brush? It can bring anyone a red flush. Its always the white paper which bears, The action of the writers or painters feelings and fears, Which could have been the same old, Beautiful, lovely, peaceful white gold. Some say life as a white paper, They even know about this dapper, Still just play seriously funny, May be thrown into the dustbin tummy. Some lived the white paper sweetly deserved, Their names then written on the white paper preserved .