Eye of the Beholder

“Say, what a waste

These careless fellows I hate

Could’ve use for drawing or making a list”

Says desolately the environmentalist

“How spectacular! Fantabulous it is!

What a delicate piece it is

Dimensionless dot, yet so circle”

Says the artist adjusting her spectacle

“A very realistic depiction I say

Of life and it’s balanced way

In every piece of white there is a portion darker..”

Proclaims in his priestly voice, the philosopher

“Look mummy! It is winking at me

Its one black eye is glaring at me

The paper monster is going wild!”

Shrieks the innocent young child

“That I am sure represents me!

That one lone, sad one is me

Of my life it is a gist”

Wails the very upset pessimist

Now, assuming all saw the same piece

Try conjuring the looks of the piece

Don’t laugh at me when I say it’s a dot

It means many things, this tiny black dot.