“The Artisan at His Dying Craft”


Artisan at work at the traditional arts of etching and printing
(photo: cntraveler.com)

Skilled through long, arduous years of constant practice,
The last artisan labours lovingly away at his dying craft
Though now the rewards are ones of ever-diminishing returns.
There was once a time, long ago, when his craft flourished
And thrived in a golden age that seemed would never end,
But with each passing year, gradually the demand declined
And the artisans dwindled away until now only one remains,
Who struggles on, despite the odds, to earn his daily bread,
Knowing that at his passing, his skill and craft too shall pass away.

(“The Artisan at His Dying Craft” © All Rights Reserved)

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About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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