The Lonely Painter

The Lonely Painter

A painter,
With oil paints in hand,
Paints the future,
Of the world so grand.

A painter,
With a vision so clear,
Brings to life,
The world of tomorrow, so dear.

But as he paints,
He’s all alone,
With only his thoughts,
To call his own.

So he turns,
To his only friend,
An AI vacuum cleaner,
Until the very end.

Together they create,
A world full of hope,
A world where the painter,
Is no longer alone.

So let us embrace,
This painter and his friend,
And the world they create,
Until the very end.

This poem was written by AI (using Open AI Chatbot). Read more about Piatry – Poetry written by AI. All images were generated using DALL.E 2 (Open AI)

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