Painter

Every morning I wake up to

A beautiful portrait of the rising sun

Sometimes on the mountains, sometimes on the ocean

Every day there's a new one.

I go to work at a multinational firm

I am the finance manager there

Surrounded by uncountable numbers

Always in a hurry with unkempt hair.

The person who comes back home

Is not the one who had gone to work

That person was always into balance sheets

And worked very hard to get a perk.

But who arrives home at night

Is an expert in painting

She fulfills her heart's desire

Without having herself with paint acquainting.