The Fence

I do confess, I was (and perhaps still am)
A terrible cheater.

I put the primer on my weather-worn fence.
It shined a lovely silver-white,
Perfect to an unprofessional eye.

But the Master came to look at my work,
And sadly shook His head.
"See, the dirt is already settling upon the wood.
"You must apply the paint."

So I've been painting ever since,
But now my fence is a dazzling white.

I hope to keep it so.