The Man Who Drew the Picture

Originally posted on Cassandra Rose Arthur Essays:

Deep in the heart of Los Angeles,

there was a man who wore a worn grey hat,

and a green ripped up jacket

the grey beard on his face covered the highway blues

his eyes were red, bloodshot, torn.

He looked at me with a genuine, crooked smile and said,

“You are beautiful, may I draw you?”

as he pulled out his sole possession:

the paper and pen.

When the portrait was finished, my first thought was,

“Man, that is a beautiful picture.”

I said to the artist, “...