An Afternoon At The Art Museum

An afternoon spent at the art museum

When we only had one kid and he was in school

Wandering around the free section

We were both in one of our periodic times

When we tried to watch the money

We walked around looking at the paintings

You would crowd in on them

Admiring the brush strokes

The places where the paint was glopped on with a knife

Or plastered on with a trowel

I would stand back and look at the whole picture

Admiring the colors and the lines

You wanted to paint more than I did

We bought you an easel and some canvases

And some paints

But you rarely got to use them

I liked what you produced

You didn’t

So goes the world

We meandered downstairs

To the historical exhibits

Where old pianos and old sofas

Sat on old carpets

There were no barricades

There were no velvet ropes

I walked right up to the piano

You stayed off the carpet and said I should too

After all, they’re antiques

I wanted to hear the piano

But didn’t dare touch the key

I wrote a song on a piano once

No words, just a pleasant little ditty

You said I have talent

So goes the world

In the twilight of our time

When I remember things

Sometimes these are the things I remember

Things that seem insignificant at the time

But they mean so much later

Thank you

Thank you very much

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