Point and Snicker

A picture of beauty I once framed

With much heart and visions draped

Then took a gulp of pride in joy

To show the still to others like a toy

And then with inexplicable fortitude

As the days went on in solitude

And the still that I had hung with a smirk

Became a symbol of my long lost mirth

For the still won more laughs than applause

All purpose, meaning lost with no cause 

And what followed was not the cheer of big men

But a century in a dark deriding den